“I told this man who came in the store a story about you.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah… I told him you and I were building a swing set together. You were five. I asked you to hand me a screwdriver and when I turned around to retrieve it… you were twenty.”

I looked at his profile, trying to find his hidden eyes behind sunglasses.

“Dad?”

He turned.

“I’m just as much your daughter now, as I was when I was five and as I will be when I’m eighty.”

“Promise?”

I smiled, “Always.”