100 Words on Love, by Beth Leyba
When I was 13 my volleyball team did a Secret Santa gift exchange. I put a lot of thought and care into the gift I gave, then on the day of the exchange, everyone got something—except me. I was devastated in the way only 13-year-old girls can be, but woke up the following day to a beautiful card from my Dad, with a silly poem inside that he wrote himself, something about “Who needs Santa when you’ve got good old Dad?” The exact words have escaped me, but the message of my Dad’s undying love never have.
More love, in 100 words.
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