My daughter has consoled me many times in sad movies and plays because like she says, "You cry like a baby mama". There was that time when we saw the Phantom of the Opera together. She was eight years old and I managed to get us balcony seats on Broadway. How amazing was that trip to our favorite city in the world, we walked through Central Park, jumped on the hotel bed while singing, I felt as young as she was.
We went to see other musicals but Phantom was our favorite by far. She had only seen it on DVD and I had seen it twice while on tour. I remember during the most moving part of the whole musical, when the Phantom stays alone and his fate is sealed she kept on looking at me to check if I was already crying. When I started crying I peeked at her, she looked up at me with tears in her eyes and we just embraced. We hugged and cried until it was over and then looked at each other and laughed. She cleaned the tears off my cheeks and gave me a kiss.
"You cry so easily in movies and plays mama". She makes fun of me now that she is almost fourteen and we are looking forward to our next New York adventure. And you know what? I don't mind, as long as I always have her to wipe the tears off my face.
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