Mandy was 40 and had just moved back in with her father after her divorce. Her mother had passed away a few years earlier, so it was just her dad in the house she grew up in. She even had her old room again, although it seemed smaller than she remembered. Still big enough for her queen size 4 poster bed.
Her dad, Richard, was a retired postal worker and didn't really have too many hobbies. He liked to read so he went to the library occasionally.
After two weeks, Mandy still hadn't found a job. Here she was 40-years-old no husband, no kids, no job and living with her 60-year-old father. Not where she saw herself at this stage of her life.
Richard went into his daughter's room and could tell she didn't get the job she just interviewed for. He gave her a hug and told her it would be alright.
"Now, where's that smile?" he asked.
"I don't have much to smile about these days," Mandy said. Mandy had short brown hair, had gained a little weight, so she had a bit of a belly on her, but her dimples made her heart-shaped face very cute.
"Don't make me tickle a smile out of you," Richard warned.
"Dad, I'm 40-years-old. You can't hold me down and tickle me like you used to," Mandy said.
