(Except it says “Em” instead of “Your Prized Possession” because she’s nobody’s possession)
“I, um, I hope you don’t mind,” Em said, trying not to feel too awkward.
Sam took the piece of cardstock from Em and read the contents. He hadn’t been expecting anything and wondered for a moment if he’d forgotten his own birthday or something, again. It wasn’t that though, it was...father’s day. He blinked at the words again and then looked up at Em.
“Not at all Little Bird.” He told her, setting the card aside and grabbing the girl in a ferocious hug, “Thanks for sticking around even when I screw it up, though.” He laughed.













