Whisper

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It was time for me to get ready for the New Years party.

Actually I had started getting ready about an hour earlier and I would have long been ready, but ...

It was a come as you are type of party. I knew I wanted to wear jeans, but I was having one hell of a time trying to figure out what else to wear.

I was a t-shirt kind of guy, but I did not think it was appropriate, even if it was a come as you are party. And most of my favourite t-shirts were tattered and torn and well worn.

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I looked in the mirror and laughed.

"I don't think they would like this come as you are look," I chuckled, aloud.

I was wearing just jeans and socks.

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I needed help.

"WHISPER?"

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It was but a second later, that I heard a knock on my door.

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"Who is it?" I joked.

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"Its me, Daddy. Whisper."

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I laughed.

"Come on in hun."

I watched the door, expecting it to open, but it didn't.

"Whisper?"

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"Right here, Daddy."

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I jumped and turned around. Whisper was sitting on the bed.

"Shit. You scared me."

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She giggled.

"Don't say shit, Daddy."

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I pointed at her.

"You don't say shit, young lady."

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She put her hands over her mouth.

"Oops."

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I sat on the bed by her, waving at her, to let her know I saw her.

"I need your help. I don't know what shirt to wear to the party."

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Whisper looked at pile of shirts on the bed.

"That is obvious."

She jumped off the bed and went to the closet.

"Are there any left in here?"

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"Some, I think."

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She pulled a red shirt from a hanger and walked to me, passing me the shirt.

"Try this."

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I put it on and stood tall, awaiting her professional decision.

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She shook her head.

"Nope."

She disappeared back in the closet, returning with a green shirt.