Every Saturday, my dad would take my sister and me down to the cafe for breakfast, just so mom could sleep in.

Oh, we'd talk about school, teachers, boyfriends, clothes, everything.

Dad never said much, though. He just listened. He said, that way, he always knew everything about us. Oh, and after we were finished, he'd always let us pick out our favorite song on the jukebox.

And you know, I never once remember him complaining about our music.

Family, isn't it about time.

From the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.