look at the most beautiful image in the world.
A father with his daughter.
Patrick smiles at me and gives me his hand, and
I take it and squeeze it because he is my strength.
Lily never leaves her daddy. She loves him like all
daughters adore their fathers. And I adore this
about the two of them, their exclusive relationship,
intimate and almost secret.
Patrick jumps to his feet at the first sign of
movement or a little cry. He takes her, cuddles her,
sings to her, even when it would be better for her
to calm herself on her own, it’s always better in
daddy’s arms.
Sometimes I wake up in the night and Patrick
isn’t there next to me. And so I tiptoe to her room
where I find them sleeping peacefully in the
armchair. He holding her in his strong tattoed arms
and she with her head resting on his shoulder,
dreaming the sweetest dreams because with a man
like that next to you, nothing else is possible.
We get in the car and head towards the
university where the commission is waiting for me
to discuss my thesis.
Six months have passed since Lily and I came
to live in our new home and since then, Patrick has
done everything to give me the time and space to
concentrate on my future.
I applied for the PHD program as well and I
think my chances of getting accepted are pretty
good.
