I Am My Father's Daughter

I remember when I was younger, I'd run to my father while he was watching TV, jump onto his lap, hug and kiss him, then remind him that I loved him... After all that was done I'd run off and giggle mischievously, as thought I'd done something wrong. How fast time flies... It's almost criminal. Many years have gone by, and so much had changed between us. I find myself in an argument with him about my education and how I'm taking advantage of the privilege I have to be educated. We're screaming at each other, our inner rage rapidly growing. The problem-solving process reaches a dead-end and draws to a dramatic close. I no longer want to talk to him, he no longer wants to talk to me... I do all I can to avoid him, just to prove to him that I no longer need him. His nagging had brought me to this; I feel tired, frustrated, angry and hurt... Nothing anyone could tell me could change things at the moment. Without him, I'm completely alone... A rushing wheelchair with me on it, bright lights from the ceiling shining above me and nurses surrounding me with drips and an oxygen pump; this is an environment no one wants to find themselves in... I lie on the hospital bed, regaining consciousness, trying to find out where I am and why I'm there while enduring the pain attacking my body. I looked around me and the first and only face I saw was my father's. I think to myself, "He's smiling at me. What have I done?" "I got so worried that you'd left us without signing out first. You always do that silly salutation and wave before you leave. I was hoping to see it for the last time in case you were... in case you were leaving. I'm even more excited and relieved you're alive. I must admit, I was scared that I'd lose you." , he said as he brushed his fingers through my hair. Thelast person I expected to be by my side is my father, although he was the only one I wanted to be next to me anyway. From that moment on, I felt at ease and relaxed. My daddy was there... You see, it's not what he's given me or bought for me. It's never been about what he could do for me or how strong he should be... My relationship wall I've built with my dad is held together with bricks of of lessons learned from each other, cemented by the love we share, standing strong on the foundation played strategically and carefully underneath, which is God. This man has taught me some of Life's greatest lessons and I want to thank God for him... We have our fair share of fights and stupid arguments but they all lead to us loving each other more and more. I'm a Daddy's girl, and proud of it! :) I love you daddy!