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