My dad was livid.
He was yelling. I was yelling.
I had just broken the antenna on our brand new cordless phone. I couldn’t believe this was happening, not on this night, not over a stupid phone. I stormed into my bedroom.
Later, my dad knocked on the door. I expected it. My dad always apologized and said, “I love you” after arguing with one of us. But on this night, the night of my thirteenth birthday, my dad began to cry as he spoke to me. He said, “I’m sorry I yelled at you. It’s just that you’re thirteen now, and I am having a hard time dealing with it.” He paused, and then added, “I’m sad that my little girl is growing up.”
My high school graduation