The very first time I heard this song, it was right after a romantic candle lit dinner at the home of my date. He put a Fleetwood Mac album on his stereo which I supposed was his favorite group at the time, but until then I've never even heard of Fleetwood Mac. I think the song was one of their not so well known among the best hits, but when I heard this song I felt as if the artist was looking into deep within recess of my heart and kept tugging and twisting at it. bringing back my father who died a decade before.

There it was, the memory of my father gazing at me with such adoration, telling me how sweet and beautiful I was, that I was his perfect angel who couldn't do any wrong in his eyes. When I knew darn well I was full of flaws in my mother's eyes. To her I was exasperatingly absent-minded girl who was a disappointment when compared to my brilliant older sister and brother who were excelling in academics by consistently making the top grades and being the president of student bodies with IQs that are bordering on genius.
I was just a bookworm who lived in a dream world, always scribbling impractical poems and stories which, in her mind, equated to plain laziness. She used to tell me it's a good thing at least I had good enough looks that I could marry someone who is rich (at which I also failed because as I matured physically and emotionally, I've somehow developed terrific aversion to all rich men)

My father was the one truly altruistic man I've ever personally known who has completely devoted his life to helping others, never mind of the fact that it frustrated my mother no end that he wasn't interested nor capable at making money for the family or accumulating wealth.

Fleetwood Mac has been one of my favorites ever since but this song will always have a special place in my heart, and to this day I am not ashamed to say the song has the power to cut my heart and bring tears to my eyes.