She begged him to sit on the sofa and watch TV, and her tireless persistence wore him out. She usually had a way of getting what she wanted – she had her daddy wrapped around her little finger in fact – and she knew it. They were watching a show which had become a staple at the house, but John still wasn’t sure what it was called. It featured a dark-haired teenage girl who was very clumsy and had a proclivity to fall into the most embarrassing and strangest of scenarios. Surprisingly, John often found himself watching with great interest, laughing often. He enjoyed these times with his daughter, despite the fact that they weren’t really interacting, like they used to. He studied her as she sat, focused on the TV, oblivious to him. She was growing up so fast, and soon, she would no longer be his little girl. Already, they were no longer playing games and running around at the park. She was either watching TV, playing her solitary video games, or occasionally chatting with friends on the phone.
