"Oh, dad."
That was when I became confused. Notice the absolute lack of pejorative remarks. No: "Dadsky," or "pater," or even "You hate me and wish I was..." etc. In fact nothing at all.
Steeling myself I mumbled a reply of sorts and waited for whatever was to come.
"Me and..." I resisted the compulsion to correct her grammar as I was already afraid.
It seems that my daughter and a friend are going to New York for a holiday.
Eeeks!! My baby is travelling five thousand miles without me. Yes I know she's almost twenty one but she's still my baby.
Don't get me wrong. I've spent a lot of time in the US and loved it. My personal fave place was Beverly hills where I spent an inordinate amount of time mingling with the the rich and famous. I also visited Manhattan numerous times where I found the driving to be so easy I wish I lived there all the time.
But still, my baby in New York. I can hardly stop her as she is a legal adult (it's 18 over here)
So, please, be nice to her. But not too nice. I don't want her deciding that America is better than England, which in reality is the case, and deciding to stay. She's too young and I'm too selfish.
She's braver than me. I've never gone to New York City. Just the thought of all those people scares me.
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