“Don’t touch every sweater on the rack!”
“They feel good.”
“It’s unexpected. People don’t like it.”
“Playing with your hair is unexpected.”
“It disturbs people.”
“Honey, dancing in the street is unexpected.”
Slumping, she shuffled behind him.
Then the lights came on.
He was a half block away before he heard the first notes and froze.
Everyone on the street stopped, listening to her unexpected song.
When the music in her head faded, she saw her father in front of her.
“Unexpected?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said, gathering her close. “Like all the best presents.”
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