Daddy's Girl

Lets get one thing straight...I am not a daddy's girl. In fact, I'm not a mummy's girl either. My family isn't the touchy, feely, let's-spend-time-together type... We don't hate each other- you understand, we just don't spend time together...ever.
My sister and I are close and we speak on the phone a few times a week, enjoy each others company, until we don't. Mum and I were close in my late teens, but as I've grown up and she's grown older,and slightly more dotty, we've drifted a bit.
I've never known my dad really. Don't get me wrong he's always been around, but when I was young he was working constantly. The only time i could catch time with him was when he was working in the garage. I would wander in sit on a stool and chat while watching him work. he was always building something, or carving or fixing something. That was my only time with him, so you can imagine my jealousy when he and my sister started going out to pony club and actually hanging out. I was green with envy and it was a very unbecoming colour.
But now I'm thirty, all grown up. Mature...or something.
Dad has been here visiting for the last couple of days. He came to bring a big dvd cabinet he made me (with very groovy ladies legs on the front), as well as the xmas presents I couldn't fit in my car. Last night I took him to the bar and introduced to all the regulars...all blokes I might add. The King promised that I was safe and well looked after there, and everyone was very sweet...and i think dad had a good time. Today we had a lazy morning then headed out to look for furniture to fill my empty house. Finding a couch in my price range, and that I really like, is proving to be a tad difficult, but today I think we narrowed it down to three, and Dad said he send me more money to help out. We ( I mean he) bought a t.v stand and some cool bar stools, then he spent the late afternoon putiting it all together and rearranging furniture.
He's now trying to fix my car which suddenly has a flat battery...what would I do without him?

I've really loved having him here. This is literally the first time we've ever spent any extended period of time together, just us, and its been lovely. I feel safe, secure and loved.

How I will miss this feeling, and him, when he goes home. Maybe I am a daddy's girl after all.