Daddy’s Least Talked to

Daddy’s little girl now Daddy’s least talked to, who would’ve thought…

Wrapped in his arms, looking at the biggest bundle of joy he had just gotten, couldn’t believe he had just become one of those things most people looked forward to being; best part, this joy looked like and represented him in so many ways. Double win!

Now he had someone he could take with him everywhere since the LOHL was more of a homebody, and everywhere did he take me.

If it wasn’t in his arms I was, then no one else could have me. Weekends were the favorites, I get to be with him and go everywhere. From branching to his office at Ikeja to take care of a few work task while I drew and disturbed his colleagues; to driving the popular Toyin street in search of his friend’s newly opened boutique or the ice cream and our favorite Big Treat snacks we end our day with.

When he traveled? the worst! I fought with anyone and everyone till I heard his voice. I was grumpy till he returns. Don’t get me wrong, I never doubted his love but I always just wanted him to be around to talk to, because he understood me.

My supporter. When the LOHL thinks I’m becoming more of the other gender with my dressing and behavior, he comes defending me with armor & shield. The only sweet tooth in the house. Adding sugar to every meal except rice though. Give us junk food for the rest of the day and you don’t have to bother about our well being again.

But it did go bad and downhill it went.

How it went downhill? I can’t seem to remember (this is funny because I never forget things). How would I describe it? Let’s see, from me being stubborn about my plans, him thinking he hasn’t achieved enough, sacrificing a lot but reaping little, to family (extended) and friends taking his kindness for granted; let’s just say… life got to both of us.

Maybe he still loves me like the first day but he certainly doesn’t show it anymore.

*LOHL — Love of His Life