as i was flipping my quesadilla tonite and tossing together a quick salad my music stopped playing and the familiar iPhone ringer started playing on my dock. daddy. man has it been forever (or felt like it) since i got a call from my dad. he's not a neglectful father, he's just been out of the country for weeks with my mom & brother on holiday (read: jealous). it felt so good to eat dinner while having a conversation with my daddy. i think few girls have the kind of relationship i have with my dad, and for those who dont, what a sad loss. after hearing all the funny things that are happening with my family, and sharing all the great news about my new job, i let my dad finish cooking dinner so i could get ready for bed. "goodnight mija, i love you and i'll talk to you tomorrow" he said. those words, to me, mean as much as "you won the lottery."
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