Goddess Worshipper - diary of a concerned Dad

goddess worshipper Feb 03, 2024

As I sit here in the quiet of my living room, my mind is turning about my daughter Kelly. She's home from college for break, and it's wonderful to have her here - a ray of sunlight as she moves around the house with the confidence and grace that she inherited from her mother. She's stunningly beautiful, inside and out, and my heart swells with pride whenever I see her.

But there's a part of me that worries, a part that feels a twinge of frustration. Kelly is so fiercely independent, so headstrong and rebellious in her own right. While I admire her strength and determination, there are moments when her choices leave me feeling an unease that I can't brush off.

I hear the distant thump of bass coming from her bedroom, where she spends hours lost in the world of loud rap and hip-hop. And then there's the faint scent of weed wafting in through the open balcony door, signaling her chosen method of relaxation. It's not the image I had envisioned for my daughter, and it's hard not to feel a pang of concern.

I suspect she is up there and out on that balcony, scantily clad as usual. My concern is that I know that there are neighbors who can see her - and some of my neighbors are guys my age and beyond, whom I'm not sure I entirely trust. 

I find myself longing for the days when Kelly was younger, when she would eagerly spend time with me, sharing her hopes and dreams without reservation. Now, it feels like she's slipping away, retreating into her own world where I struggle to reach her.

But even as these worries weigh on my mind, I know deep down that Kelly is simply finding her own path in life. She's carving out her identity, testing boundaries, and asserting her independence in a way that's both admirable and frustrating for a father to witness.

So, as much as it pains me to see her retreat into her bedroom, lost in the world of rap music and weed smoke, I know that I have to give her the space she needs to grow. In the end, all I can do is love her, support her, and be there for her whenever she needs me. Because no matter how independent she may become, she will always be my beautiful daughter, and my love for her knows no bounds.

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