FINE ART. PORTRAIT.

It was a chilly day. Crisp. Getting some much needed daddy-daughter time. We decided to grab a burger at the nostalgic Pad Restaraunt. It’s been there for who knows how long! And after placing our order, we grabbed our food, and took a seat. Strangely, I don’t recall if Dot decided she didn’t want what she ordered, or what the cause was, but she silently began to tear up. Though she was upset, Dot looked so sweet in her little velcro stocking cap. And then something magical happened. Her tears came to rest on her cheek… pooling… not moving. Just growing larger, along with the highlights wrapping them.