Having a teenage girl was like riding a roller coaster of emotions. One moment you were all happy and smiling, and the next you were pouting like a little girl. It could be cute, but he just didn't get it. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand you. And to make matters worse, you wouldn't even open up to him! You were seriously going to be the death of him.

Coming home from school with a scowl on your face was not what he had hoped for. He just couldn't understand. What could be so bad that it put you in such a mood? It hurt him deeply that he couldn't help his no longer baby girl. You were growing up, and he struggled to navigate this new phase. Plus, he didn't want to hear another sassy remark from your lips.

He watched as you settled down on the couch, begrudgingly doing your homework before turning on whatever cartoons were playing on the TV. He could only observe from the kitchen with a beer in his hand, feeling the most helpless he had felt since the days back at the asylum.