He tried so hard to not be over protective of her. He knew she was an adult and that she had proven time and time again that she was both responsible and capable of taking care of herself. Even if he thought she was making a mistake her knew it was her mistake to make. He knew that. He respected that. He understood exactly why it had to happen.
But how did he just decided to stop worrying about a girl who was once shorter than the length of his forearm. A little thing that for years relied entirely on him for her survival, who would have fallen off the face of the Earth if it weren’t for him.
“Dad, come on,” she squirmed a little in his arms, no matter how old she got, her patience with him would only last so long.
“Hey, who knows when I’ll see you again? Let a man hug his daughter, will you?” he complained half-heartedly.
She stood patiently for about another fifteen seconds before, “Oh, come on. I’ll be back in like five weeks. This is borderline ridiculous.”
“Yeah, okay.” He let her go and stepped away, still not letting go of the arm around her shoulders, “I’m going to miss you, you know.”
“I know,” she smiled, not shrugging off his hand as a sign of good faith. “I’m going to miss you too, Daddy.”
“Bye, baby girl.” He waited until she walked over to join some friends, until she was fully into her conversation and not at all aware he was still around, before turning and heading to his car to drive home.