So similar and yet so different.
She bemoans not getting a 'Daddy-Daughter Dance' because her father is gone.
My father is very much here, and I still won't get one because he's allergic to formal events, like weddings and funerals and...well.
Her father freaks out when she rides off on a motor bike, and you can tell by the look on his face that there's going to be some rules set.
Mine pretends not to freak out when I have a date, but sits in the front parlor cleaning a shotgun when the boy introduces himself.
She's not a lady, but is trying her hardest to be one.
I'm too much of a lady, and I'd like to cross to the other side.
Her American mother is a musician, her English father knows the music stuff, and she likes the atmosphere but isn't musical herself.
My English father is a musician, my American mother knows the music stuff [and even dabbles in playing herself], and I can't find the atmosphere, thought I'm a budding musician myself.
If I could find a happy medium here for myself, my day would be made...
Somehow chick-flicks aren't as comforting as they once were.
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