“What do you mean?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. The sadness in his voice caught me off guard.
“You didn’t miss all of it,” I said.
He smiled sadly.
“Enough of it.”
I didn’t know how to respond.
A few weeks later, my school announced a Father’s Day performance.
Every student could participate alongside their dad or another family member. Most of the kids planned songs, skits, or sports demonstrations.
I had prepared a small ballet routine.
I nearly signed up to perform by myself.
Then an idea suddenly came to me.
Before I could change my mind, I asked, “Would you do it with me?”
Dad almost choked on his coffee.
I laughed.
– Sí.
He stared at me.
I waited for him to say no.
Instead, he asked, “Do I get lessons first?”
I blinked.
“¿Eso es un sí?”
Él sonrió.
I screamed so loudly that my mom dropped a spoon in the kitchen.
The next several weeks were hilarious.
Dad was awful.
Absolutely awful.
He stepped on my feet.
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