Bonds

Twenty-two, twenty-one, twenty, counting the days until I get to see the one person who means the world to me. I long for riding in the car blaring music, having no where to go, just driving. I crave to feel the roughness of his face, the warmth of his hugs. I need to see him, to tell him how much I have missed him, to tell him how much I love him. I have known him for my entire life, and I have loved him everyday of my life. No one can separate this bond. In Nineteen days I will see him again, hug him again, be whole again. He is my father and I haven't seen him in a year. It is hard to end the bond that a daughter shares with her father.