Sweet 16

I remember when I turned 16 and Dad (and mom I think) had to be out of town for something. The teenage side of me was glad but there was a side of me that was sad to be spending my big 16th birthday without my parents. I remember dad leaving (or sending) me a bouquet of red roses with a note that said he was sorry he couldn't be here on my birthday. I was so surprised, because he wasn't the flower-giving type but it made me feel really special and loved.