I allow myself to be distracted by the sight of spring sandals and feel myself getting lost in thoughts of warmer weather and bright colors.

I look around and no longer see my dad. Confused, I whip my head around until he’s locked in my line of vision. 

I move away from the shoes, allowing thoughts of spring to fill my mind and take over my movements. Before I know it, I’m skipping down the aisle and calling for my dad to walk slower so I have more time to catch up.