The Kiss_(1)
It was an early Saturday morning, waiting on my daughter Kelly to arrive. I have been divorced for about three years now and my daughter at the time was ten years old. We both left on good terms and she has custody of her. Every two weeks she comes over to my house and spends the weekend with me, and in the summer months, while school is out, she stays with me for vacation. I was in the living room when I heard the car pull up to the driveway. I went to the door and opened it up to see my daughter getting out and, carrying her bag, waving to her mother as she backed out to leave. She came up to the door, gave me a hug, and a kiss on the cheek …