“oh, is this your son and daughter in law?” the sweet waitress asked my father as we sat having dinner.
seems like a reasonable enough question, right? it was, save for one simple fact: she was not speaking about my brother and his wife. she was referring to me and my husband. me- my father’s daughter.
it’s safe to say, i pretty much married my father. not only are they similar in personality but in looks as well. they are both handsome, dark haired, dark skinned men. i’m sure some people might find this odd and ask me if i have “daddy issues.” i can assure you i do not. the better 