My Father's Daughter
From what I can remember, it was fall or early winter. Not super cold, but chilly. The sun was shining down through the trees, bouncing off of the bare branches near the little apartment where I was moving to. One of those sunny days that seems completely out of sync with the kind of day you are actually having. The kind of beautiful day that seems to be mocking you and poking fun at how miserable you feel. I was about 5. My parents were splitting up and I was going to go live with my Mom. The day Dad dropped me off in this new town was something I will never forget. We talked about it a lot over the years, because it was a major thing for him too. I was standing at the door crying and watching him leave. He had already picked me up and hugged me and tried to say goodbye several times. He got to the car door, put his hand on the handle and froze. He came back to me and scooped me in his arms, tears running down his face. He held me for another few seconds, then sat me on the ground