I knew that Daddy didn’t completely understand this. After all, he hadn’t been with me over the past two months. But he knew my words held great meaning, which was enough to suffice the yearn to tell him everything. Dad considered my words for a moment. Then he sighed deeply before speaking. “Honey, I’m dying to see you. I know you’re angry with me about everything, and rightly so. But I promise, I’ll make it up to you somehow. Just give me a chance,” he said earnestly. “I don’t hate you for it,” I stated plainly. “The letter you sent me…it was beautiful. It meant so much to me. Almost as much as it would if you told me in person. Now, it’s like right before I came to this new place. You told me that it was hard, but according to you, you had to do it, in a sense. I don’t know. That’s how I feel now. Just give me some time. Time to think. After all, I gave you time. Now you have to respect the impotance of my feelings, and what I’m going through.”