Daddy’s little girl.

I live for nights like tonight where I can have normal grown up conversations with my father, without him cutting me off or putting his thoughts over mine.

We don’t have the best relationship, my dad and I, and I stopped trying a long time ago. I think he’s catching on, he has been trying to get close to me. Sometimes it’s cute, but really I don’t care for it anymore, not as much as I used to.

But I like nights like this, where he asks me a question, one I hate answering, and he just listens, no judgement, no arguments, just full attention and genuine, loving advice. I kinda agree with him, more than I’ll like to admit. Wish I could tell him more, I have so many questions I wish I could ask him, but this will do for now.

I’m not daddy’s little girl anymore, and that’s okay.

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