She didn’t know why it was so hard to look at him, nearly a stranger and yet so familiar to her that it made her want to cry, and just say, “You shouldn’t have left us. And if you were going to leave us, you shouldn’t have left us like that. And you should have written me a single letter in all these years to say that you missed me, and that you loved me, and that, even though you weren’t a part of my life anymore, you hoped that someday you could be again.” And then she realized that, actually, she had just said all this. Out loud. To her father. In that moment, he was only her father, not
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