It was starting to feel weird, this whole thing, the sudden change, the unexpected turn of events. I couldn't pinpoint why, but something about it felt unnatural, almost unsettling. Maybe, just maybe, it was because I hadn’t experienced a moment like this in so long.
For years, I had buried the ache and pushed down the longing for the kind of relationship my father and I used to have. There was a time when he was always there, present, engaged and an active part of my life. After my mother’s passing, he stepped up and didverything he could to fill the void she had left.
He had been my best friend.
When I was a little girl, he would take days off work just to attend my school events. I still remember the way his eyes would light up whenever I performed, how he clapped the loudest and che
