My father kept the roof up, the table filled, and clothes in the closet. He also never let me forget I wasn’t thin enough, told me I’d scare off boys if I acted too smart, and never once asked me if I needed something different from him.
I got what I got.
He did the best he could. I was grateful.
And now I’m nothing like him, and I’m grateful for that, too.
to the fellow girl dads — did you read this and immediately want to call her?
same.
and if you were lucky enough to have a dad like this… tell us what he did.
the dress-up. the midnight talks. the lengths he went for your little heart.
this one’s for the daughters and the dads.
PS — THE MOON. 🌕
My father kept the roof up, the table filled, and clothes in the closet. He also never let me forget I wasn’t thin enough, told me I’d scare off boys if I acted too smart, and never once asked me if I needed something different from him.
I got what I got.
He did the best he could. I was grateful.
And now I’m nothing like him, and I’m grateful for that, too.