He wished he had the gift of foresight. Hindsight he had in bucket fulls.
As he stood and watched her walk away, he was filled with that sense of dread that he may never see her again. If only he’d been more aware and treated her more fairly maybe it would never have come to this.
But they had had it out, and she made clear she wasn’t staying another day in his house.
It was time for a change, and she was determined to see change happen.
Her bag was packed, and as she stormed out of the house and down the pathway, he couldn’t help but recall the first steps she had taken, her first words, her first meal at the big table with he and his wife.
Now she claimed she was all grown up, independent and her own person.
He stood at the gate, watched as she made her way down the street towards the corner. He dreaded her reaching the corner as then she’d turn right, and he’d not see her again.
His mind filled with the many dangers he knew she’d face, shysters, con men, thieves and murderers and he felt his heart breaking as she headed off into the unknown.
As she reached the corner, she stopped, and he saw her turn and begin to walk back towards him. His heart quickened its beat, he felt hope that she had seen the folly of her ways and was returning to his embrace, the safety of her family.
He watched as she struggled the last few paces, still that look of defiance and determination on her face.
She walked up to him set down her case and looked her father in the eye.
Without blinking an eye, she said, “I forgot my hanky, and you forgot to give me $2.00 for the bus.”