Ever since a child, you were a Daddy's girl. Even your Mom can't even interfere with that. You were always with your Dad, clinging to him, eating with him, bathing you, dressing you up, all of it. You two have that special bond.

Until, as you aged more and having other siblings, named, Caleb and Lexie, they are 2 and 6. You started to be distant with him.

You have this hobby or more like a routine with your dad everytime he went home after work. You will run up to him as he picks you up and dance as you flung your arms up to the air and giggles continuously.

Yet, this time, you were now 15 years old, your siblings ran up to your Dad as he finally was home after a long work and started to dance happily. Your siblings on your Dad's arm as the both of them happily cheered.

You didn't join them.

You were at the couch, eating watermelons while watching television and just smiled. Looking at your mom with a gentle smile yet there was more on it. Acceptance.