Emma invites me to the watch tower

Saturday morning after breakfast, Emma asks if i wanted to go up to the watch tower. We havent been there since dad died. But i agree to go because it really does have the most amazing view. We tell mom where we are going and head off.

Its about a 10 minute drive theough the wooded trees before we arrive. Its kinda hidden being in the middle of nowhere. It was used as a fire watch tower to alert other towers a forrest fore has been seen.

We climb to the top and enjoy small talk and the amazing view of the whole forrest.

"Do you have a girlfriend? Emma asks me.

" Not at the moment, no. Why? Do you have a boyfriend?" I reapond

" Ha, me? No way. No guys like me. I mean there is this one guy but idk what to say." She adds

" Im sure alot of guys like you. Whats not to like about you. But this one guy, just walk up to him and ask if he'd like to hangout sometime. That simple. If he likes you, he will say yes." I explain.

"No way. Guys dont like me. They like girls with yoga pants and clevage. I dont like wearing yoga pants and my boobs are too small to show clevage. " she says poutingly.

"Not all guys like girls that dress that way. I dont. I know lots of guys who would find you attractive. " i add

"I see it everyday at school. The girls with the big boobs get all the guys attention. The girls with small boobs get looked over. " she adds with tears in her eyes.

She looks out into the trees and continues...

" I try my best everyday to get someones attention. Anyones attention. But nothing" she finishes.

"Emma... look at me. You dont need to try hard to get a guys attention. If they all want the girl with big boobs, then let them have her. They arent good for you. You need a guy who will love you for you. Not your body. " i say.

She hugs me while crying. We embrace eachother tightly and for a long time. Just like we did when dad died.

She pulls away, and says" why cant i meet a guy like you? I have a bunch of money saved ... i think im gonna get a boob job. Then ill get their attention. "