Police Officers Appeared on Stage During My 12-Year-Old Son’s School Performance – What Happened Next Shocked Me

Alvarez nodded. “Your husband used to play it. We recognized it immediately and had to meet you.”

“I’m sure we will talk to the principal later,” Marcus said.

“My dad taught me this song,” Caleb said.

“He played it all the time at the center,” Marcus said. “The kids would complain that he only knew five songs.”

A tiny smile appeared on Caleb’s face. “Sounds like him.”

Marcus

laughed. “Oh, they gave him trouble. He’d tell them, ‘Five good songs are better than fifty terrible ones.'”

I laughed too. Then I started crying.

I hated how easily tears came to me whenever David felt close.

Marcus’s expression softened.

“I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No,” I said quickly. “You didn’t.”

Caleb stared at him.

“My dad sang there?”

“With that guitar sometimes, unless I’m mistaken.”

Caleb held it tighter. “It was his.”

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