Today might be the first time my dad has been proud of me - though he never actually said it, I think that is what I saw in his eyes. My dad is not the picture perfect father, nor is he close. Typically the words he directs at me are about how I am not good enough and I need to work harder at what I am doing, or that I am going about my life all wrong and his way is better than my own.

When I saw that unfamiliar look in his eyes, I felt like we were father-daughter again. This could have also been wishful thinking on my part.