My actions have changed. I don't spend as much time with him anymore. I don't share my concerns and problems with him. Not that my father won't listen or doesn't care, but his working away from home has distanced us. Though he leaves home every week, the hero he is, to support our family and to be the best father he can be, all those countless flights have resulted in a divide in our relationship. "This change" in actions is not one I prefer or are proud of, yet it is one that has become inevitable (Manning 145). I still remember the first time my mom and I dropped him off at the airport. With our heavy hearts and desolate eyes, we watched him leave our familiar family set-up, as he embarked on a new journey. I remember feeling alone at school events when all my friends were supported by both their parents, while my mom attempted to fill my father's absence and also assert her own presence. I remember the first time he came home; I was the last one to be picked up from school. My mom told me that my dad would come to pick me up, but after much waiting, I was worried he would just never show up. I still remember finally seeing his car and running up to him, as he picked me up and gave me a big hug.... Since then, sad car rides to the airport have turned into casual travels with his driver, the sense of relief upon his return has changed to simple acknowledgement, and his absence has simply become routine. It's not that I don't love him anymore. I truly do love and respect him, but it's just that I am no longer daddy's little princess- I've grown-up. But, I need to renew that special daddy-daughter bond.
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