It’s always been just Joe and you. Joe is your dad. Your mother died giving birth to you but Joe never blamed you. Never you. Joe always loved you. You were his little girl, nothing would change that.

As you grew up, Joe became more cringy, but you still loved him. As you became a teen you started experimenting with your hair, tried new styles. After a few years you became satisfied with your look.

Today you got ready for school. Joe treats you to McDonald’s for breakfast before driving you to school. You get to the parking lot and pulls you into a tight hug.

“Okay, have a nice day! You know I love you right?” Joe said because giving you a kiss on the head.

”Dad-! Stop! People can see! You’re embarrassing me!!” You whine.