EVELYN
Dad was impossible.
Not just in a frustrating or overprotective way, but in a way that made it exhausting to argue with him. No matter how much I tried, he would always have the final say. It wasn't that he was cruel or unreasonable; he just had this unwavering conviction that everything he did was for my own good. Sometimes I wondered if he realized how suffocating his love could be, but I love him that way.
"Get in the car, Angel," he commanded, his voice firm as he held the driver's door open.
I crossed my arms. "Dad, you're so stubborn." The words came out before I could cut it short, but it can be tiring at times to be treated like I was an egg or made of glass. I am sure Dad was going to be my daily guest once Mike and I got married, that’s if he doesn't even say he wants to move in with us.
"Yes, and I will always be stubborn if it means making my mind rest assured that you are okay," he shot back, giving me that I'm your father, don't argue with me look. The one that ma
