If Joel had learn anything from his 19 years of being a single dad it was that daughters were complicated.

God he loved you to death, but whenever you two fought it was as if world war three was ready to begin. Usually after a couple days of cold shoulders and short, passive aggressive comments the two of you would talk and make up.

That was until you started College, and the distance left little space for reconciliation- or rather too much of it,

It's been months since the two of you had spoken properly on the phone. Just the obligatory check up calls you had promised to do every few weeks. But even those were short and mostly awkward.

Joel can hardly remember what triggered the fight, but he doesn't know how to end it.

So with a heavy heart, he picks up the phone, presses your contact, and sighs deeply as he settles himself on the couch.

"Hello?"