My daddy

Weren't the nineties an easier time?

Well wasn't I adorable? Considering some of the god awful clothing my mother suggests to me now she wasn't doing a bad job making me adorable back in the nineties.

My dad. Really our relationship is very love hate.

He's such a great guy and in terms of my interests I take after him a lot. We've been known to spend weekends and rainy days watching classic doctor who or dedicating a day to all of the Beatles movies and those times really are never better. The banter we have is also great, we tend to go on road trips and walks and I have as much fun as I would with any friend. I could spend hours debating with him on politics or religion and challenging his gender stereotypical views is many a fun hour spent. Ooh and he runs me baths when I ask nicely!

He has his bad side though. For example his lack of interest in my education or things that are important to me such as rock challenge frustrates me greatly especially when he wonders why I'm failing a class that mum has known about for months. He would never pick me up from anywhere unless I begged. If I ever told him I needed a new bra or had smoked a cigarette and I think he'd just about have heart failure and not to mention boys, let's just pretend they don't exist shall we?

This is why I'm worried, one of his babies has gone off to university and is leading her life without him and I think losing both will break his heart. He can't admit that I'm a grown up, sixteen year old girl, who cooks dinner for him and has had a boyfriend for a year and a half. I don't think he wants me to grow up properly as much as I don't want to break his heart by doing so.

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