HER DAD

Today is Monday. But it's not my favorite day of the week because it's usually a very stressful day at school.

But I can't seem to forget what happened last night.....for some reasons I hoped Monday would come and of course be a good day for me.

I didn't say much to mom that morning at the breakfast table.....as expected she didn't say anything to me either.

We were playing that silent game again....I'm just wondering who would win this time.

Dad dropped me off at school because Mom and I were not on speaking terms....

I just wish Dad would resolve the conflict before it escalates.

"Allyson, what is going on? Tell me. Your mother won't say a word."

I looked at my dad in utmost surprise. Is mom also giving dad the silent treatment? But why?

Typical mommy would have narrated every detail to dad and even exaggerate the situation.

I couldn't help but wonder what stunt she was trying to pull.....

"Well dad, everything's under control", I tried to sound convincing.

"What is under control?"

"Everything dad. Everything."

I got to school early that day. I guess Monday would be a good day after all.....

"Allyson dear, I don't know what you and your mother are up to but I beg of you, don't go against your mother, please."

But he is fully aware that it's mom who is actually going against me and my dreams....which is not fair at all....

"OK Dad. Thanks for the ride."

I waved as I watched my dad leave the school premises. I wonder what must be going through his mind. He's probably the most affected person in this matter.

I remember dad telling me one evening that he sees his mother in me. I was only eight then. I probably thought I looked like his mother.

But now, I have come to understand that he loves and respects me like he would love and respect his own mother. Amazing right?

Well, that's the privilege I've enjoyed as his daughter.

And also, why he protects me like mother hen? Well, that's why.

He's the best dad in the world. I just need his approval to chase my dreams.

As dad would say,

"What you want for yourself, is it what God wants for you?"

He says this everytime....and each time, I usually don't have anything to say.

That's the reason I've not been able to convince him about my future ambition.

He sees it as a small girl fantasizing the things that only her eyes can see not the things that are yet to come.

I'm worried. I'm scared. I know that at this rate both of them would form a force and stand against me.

And probably put an end to my dreams.....

I have to think of a way out. I must find a way out.

I simply must!......