Pulling the Door Open

I arrived at Christopher Street Station in a carefully selected sundress.

Slowly, I made my way aboveground trying my best not to sweat too much in the July heat.

This would be the first time he had ever seen me and I wanted to look perfect.

Exiting the station I turned left, following the directions he had given me the night before.

Arriving at the front of the restaurant, I paused for a moment.

Summoning all my courage I pulled the door open and walked in.

He saw me enter and rose to meet me.

“Hi, Melissa, I’m your father.”

Featured Photo Credit:  Photo by Mel Ortiz