Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would
stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night when he
finished the story, he asked Jenny, "Do you love me?" "Oh yes, Daddy. You
know that I love you." "Then give me your pearls." "Oh, Daddy, not my
pearls. But you can have Princess--the white horse from my collection. The one with the
pink tail. Remember, Daddy? The one you gave me. She's my favorite."
"That's okay, Honey. Daddy loves you. Good night."
And he brushed her cheek with a kiss.
About a week later, after the story time, Jenny's daddy asked again, "Do you
love me?" "Daddy, you know I love you." "Then give me your
pearls." "Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby doll. The brand new
one I got for my birthday. She is so beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that
matches her sleeper."
"That's okay. Sleep well.
God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you."
And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.
A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her
legs crossed Indian-style. As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one
silent tear rolled down her cheek.
"What is it, Jenny? What's the matter?" Jenny didn't say anything but
lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there was her little pearl
necklace. With a little quiver, she finally said,