My ballet recital.
You were there.

My Karate Tournament.
You didn't show.

My first goal in soccer.
Mommy was cheering from the sidelines.

My first and only Grand Slam.
You were on the couch asleep.

When I got my poem in a book.
I called and you didn't pick up.

When I got my first "C".
I had to cry by myself.

When they announce that I won the Science Fair.
You had stepped out for a smoke.

The End

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