Light. Happy. In spite of what happened between us, after those unpretty exchange of words and workable civility, he was willing to risk his life because of me. He saved me. I couldn’t thank him enough.
I missed him. It’s a wonderful realization. With my clothes soaking wet, he came to get me. At the other end of the road, wading through deep raging muddy waters, he rescued his daughter. And that was enough for me to know that he LOVES me no matter what. And I feel so much better after.
I am my father’s daughter. Once more.
Definitely.
leave.me.be 