My, How You've grown up.
A father bonds with his daughter, for the first time since she was little. Only this time, nude.
Her face was beautiful, letting itself relax as the moon shined itself over it's softened features. A mean girl, she was. In times of waking she'd often times have a sarcastic expression, which, she still seemed to hold that flare of life which I had grown to love. The way she would softly smile at something she'd like, a face which reminded me of what I saw now as I leaned over her sleeping figure. Then, that smile to be...