i’ve gone from daughter to slave worker; i’ve gone from feeling like daddys little girl to daddys little letdown; no matter how much i try to walk in his shoes and be like him, my feet will never be big enough and i will always miss something; even if it is only something small and insignificant to me, it will always be something large and most important to him; these are the reasons i could never be like him; not even close; his words are starting to cut right through me; i used to be strong enough to hold my own; now i am barely strong enough to just survive; this will be the death of “us”; not him or myself as individuals; you see, this is killing the father/daughter relationship we worked 22 years to build; work has shown us the greater divide in life; aside from work, he has a new family; a family that needs him more than me; they feel they deserve him more than me; how wrong they are; they could never need or deserve him as much as i; 22 years i have with this man; 22 dedicated years; he could have let go many of times; it was made easy for him; he never considered the option; i used to think he was the greatest man alive; i dont think any less of him; i am just concerned that he has lost himself within the uniform he wears; they only thing i can do is sit here, in his chair, and wait for the day he takes it to his new home for his new family to sit on; how pathetic; maybe when all is well, i can reclaim my title as daddys little girl!;