That Letter To Her Father.

Call me a sentimental freak or whatever names there are for someone who just values everything minor thing that happens in life—but I always feel that whenever I have a ride on the motorcycle with my father, who drops me at college and picks me up almost four days in a week, I feel like that same little girl that my father always pats on her head with a smile. I feel like I am his little girl once again—though I do not longer have my arms around his waist for security—but I feel closer to my father.

And I do not want to talk about how distant the two of us have become over the past few years.


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Surely, no father would want a daughter who grows up too fast that he could no longer reach for his baby girl. I am that girl—unfortunately—of who has pushed my father far beyond the extent of just being his little girl. I admit that once when I was still in my innocent childhood, I sincerely want to grow up and marry someone exactly like my father. At whatever ages we are before we reach ten year-old, most girls believe that our fathers are the best men in the world. Our fathers are better than any superheroes in comics or animations. Our fathers are better than any firefighters—unless your father is a firefighter—and even better than any presidents in the world.

At those tender ages, we see our world through our fathers—back then, they are our superheroes.

But I grow older, I start to mingle with lots of different people through high school and college, I start to change—and that change includes the way the communication between my father and I. I do not like him to pat on my head and says that I am his good little girl because that will be embarrassing. I do not want my father to hold my hand if we ever want to cross a busy street because that will make me look like a ten year-old fool. I do not want my father to appear anywhere I am because it will be awkward to be around my friends and finds my father somewhere—sort of stalking me. I push my father far from my poor social life and teenage life.

But now that I am legally reaching the two zero age, I start to think that maybe if I stay as the little girl my father loves to tease and tell jokes to would not something that is completely wrong.

I mean, at whatever age I am, my father is still my father.

I do not why but this transition from the little girl who does the weirdest things in her life—and do not ask me what are those weird things I ever done because I will be a freak show for everyone if I ever tell anyone, seriously—to the girl who talks about handsome boys and college and the latest fashion trends who do not spend much time talking with her father anymore is just something that bothers me a lot. It maybe just a problem with me or probably something normal that every girl goes through, but I do not like these spaces I create between my father and me.

Basically, I know that my father misses me—the old me—of the girl who does the weirdest things yet still the talkative young girl who runs around the house after teasing my younger sister all day long. He misses that—he misses his little girls. My older sister is in her thirties, I am officially entering the world of twenties in approximately seven months whereas my youngest sister is becoming eighteen in three months—surely my father feels that his daughters are growing older too fast in front of his eyes.

God, I do not want to even know how that feels— not unless I become a parent my self.

So if you are drifting away from your father upon getting older by a year throughout your life, do not be like my self. Stay close to your father because he is the only superhero who will love you and protect you with all his life—of which I do not know if husbands would do the same, since they are only a family member of yours upon marriage—and the only person in the world who will see you as his little girl regardless how old are you. Hey, it is a good thing to stay young even if just in your father’s eyes.

I am going to fix this relationship with my father, not because I feel that I need to—but because I feel that I want to. I would love to be his little girl for the rest of my life, because I know that he will always love me, and I always do love him too.