The little girl was two years old and adorned the biggest smile Stan had ever seen. There was hardly ever a day he didn’t see it upon that chubby little face, dimples on each side that caved in when she grinned. Her teeth were dotting around the inside of her mouth, most grown in, but some had yet to appear. He couldn’t remember her ever crying in pain, she was a tough little girl and had endured the worst of them without so much as a whimper. Just like her daddy, him. He was proud to call her his. He was even prouder as he stood up to receive his recognition award and saw his two girls sitting in the crowd, smiling up at him.
