he loves me

I see my dad at least a couple of days a week, yet it's only once a year that I think about him. And it happens to be today.


The relationship between me and my father is very unique. There is always a special, unspoken bond between me and him. He cares about me. He cares about me more than my brothers even. I remember the day when he helped me with my science project (earning me first place) and another day when he helped me build a 1920's Ford automobile out of cardboard for a class project (again, one of the best in class), another day when he took my car to the auto shop to get a tune up, and another when he spent hours under my kitchen sink installing a water filter for me (and my roomate)...I can go on and on. Clearly, my father is a caring man. But I was always yearning for more.

Coming from a family of five and being the youngest to two older brothers, I am more than qualified to be daddy's little girl. I want to be daddy's little girl. I remember seeing little girls running up to their daddies, hugging them around the neck and kissing them. I wish that little girl was me.

Observed by many countries, this day is designated to honor our fathers and is celebrated on the third Sunday of June. This year, it falls on Sunday, June 21st. This day reminds me how badly I want to get closer to my dad. The kind of closeness that most girls share with their dads. I just want to hear him say he loves me.