I don't think he knows this is a symbol to me, but for some reason the headlights are always beaming up the driveway, past my window. I like to say goodbye to my dad, run upstairs, and look out the window, staring at the headlights calmly shining at me from the end of the driveway. I never cry. Not anymore at least. Every night I stare at those headlights and smile. I smile because I remember that night, when I was so young. I smile because my father came back, after I thought he had left forever. I smile because I know that the next night, and the night after that, and even the night after that those headlights will be there. I can count on it, just like I can count on my father loving me, forever. No matter what happens he will love me. My father tells me every day he loves me, more than anything in this world. I love him too, and I always
I don't think he knows this is a symbol to me, but for some reason the headlights are always beaming up the driveway, past my window. I like to say goodbye to my dad, run upstairs, and look out the window, staring at the headlights calmly shining at me from the end of the driveway. I never cry. Not anymore at least. Every night I stare at those headlights and smile. I smile because I remember that night, when I was so young. I smile because my father came back, after I thought he had left forever. I smile because I know that the next night, and the night after that, and even the night after that those headlights will be there. I can count on it, just like I can count on my father loving me, forever. No matter what happens he will love me. My father tells me every day he loves me, more than anything in this world. I love him too, and I always