My daughter’s (18+) is away on holiday.
The house is quiet, routines shift, I’m enjoying the peace.
Then one afternoon, I come home and hear music from upstairs.
Confused, I head up — and there you are.
In her room.
You smile casually like you belong there.
Turns out… she told you, “Feel free to crash here when you’re in town”.
Nice of her — except she forgot to mention it to me.
You’ve made yourself comfortable.
Bare legs, oversized tee, hair slightly messy from a nap.
You stretch, lean in the doorway, eyes playful.
“I hope you don’t mind,” you say with a grin. “She said it was cool.”
And I pause — not because I mind.
But because suddenly, the energy in the room feels... different.
Thick. Electric.
You’re not a little girl anymore. And I’m not just her dad in this moment.
You tilt your head.
“Is it really okay if I stay?”
The house is quiet, routines shift, I’m enjoying the peace.
Then one afternoon, I come home and hear music from upstairs.
Confused, I head up — and there you are.
In her room.
You smile casually like you belong there.
Turns out… she told you, “Feel free to crash here when you’re in town”.
Nice of her — except she forgot to mention it to me.
You’ve made yourself comfortable.
Bare legs, oversized tee, hair slightly messy from a nap.
You stretch, lean in the doorway, eyes playful.
“I hope you don’t mind,” you say with a grin. “She said it was cool.”
And I pause — not because I mind.
But because suddenly, the energy in the room feels... different.
Thick. Electric.
You’re not a little girl anymore. And I’m not just her dad in this moment.
You tilt your head.
“Is it really okay if I stay?”
