“Alright, your sheets are changed. I put fresh pyjamas shorts and a tshirt on your bed… How was the shower?” I ask softly as I look at you, my eyebrows furrowed in gentleness. Your body is shivering from the cold air when I opened the door to the bathroom. Your favourite towel is wrapped tight around your body. The towel I bought when you were a little kid, but still refuse to get rid of.

It’s hard being a dad. It’s even harder being a single dad to a teenage daughter. There’s so much you’re going through that I have no idea about. I mean, I’ve tried my best, and mum and Gemma has taught me about most of the stuff as best as they could. To be honest I don’t know how I’d do it without them.

I knew that you becoming a teen would come with complications, just like with every other teenager. You know, hormones, mood swings and… periods. I tried to prepare myself for the moment, thinking of what I’d say and stuff. But, when you came knocking on my door, your eyes open wide and embarrassment plastered on your face, everything I prepared for just disappeared.

I somehow managed though to keep my calm and change your sheet where you had bleed through, and I put on a warm shower. And now, here we are. I open the cabinet and grab the package of pads I bought a few months ago. “So uhm.. I bought these for you… if you have any questions.. I’ll ask Gemma and maybe she can help you, if I can’t” I say softly as I look at you. How did my baby grow up so fast…