She sat on the edge of her Daddy’s bed, listening to the sounds of his shower in the Master Bathroom. The quietness of the room otherwise, mixed with the consistent sounds of running water made it easy for her to find a calmness which often escaped her.
And it was in the serenity of that moment when she drew some conclusions. In her life, she had found a relationship which encapsulated every single solitary fiber of who she was, drew submission from her with force and delicacy (in their given times) and provided stability where she had only known uncertainty.
She had taken medication for anxiety all of her life, but no longer had to. When she felt anxiety building, she took a new drug which she called “Daddy”. And it was through his guidance and nurturing that her anxiousness left.
And without knowing until this moment, she had found a completion in herself for everything which made her feel inadequate.
Hearing him turn the water off in the shower, she stood up, waddled her way into the bathroom and picked up a towel for him. She stood there and awaited him opening the curtain, while happily succumbing to the greatest conclusion of all:
She could’ve chosen to find the completion of her life in many ways and from many people, but she chose to find with him. He was the drug which she would become helplessly addicted to for the rest of her life.
And for a BabyGirl who once needed so much, she now had everything she could possible ever ask for.
Her Daddy was a drug, but he didn’t come in pill form. So she couldn’t swallow him. But then again, on second thought …
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