Slipping 4
"Go ahead. Open them, baby." I was standing in the spare room, where daddy had apparently been stockpiling presents for a while. There were about thirty boxes of all shapes and sizes, all wrapped in different kinds of paper. "Daddy...? It's not my birthday..." "I know, sweetie. They're not birthday presents. And... Most of these aren't from me." He picked up one of the smaller boxes and handed it to me with a kiss. "This one's from me, though. I hope you like it,...