Bye, Daddy.

Okay, I know, it's not like he's dying. He's just moving to another country, several thousand miles away, with vast hours in time difference, and I only had a month and two weeks to brace myself for him leaving. It may not seem like much to anyone else, but I hugged my dad goodbye, tears streaming down my face, with him crying in my ear and telling me he loves me, and I don't know when I'm going to be in his arms again. A year...two...five....seven?! It's my DAD, for God's sakes. The one who saves me from my mom when she's in a mood, the one who makes me laugh hysterically for no reason at all. So if I'm bitchy, or angsty, or angry, or I break down and cry suddenly, YOU'RE ALL JUST GONNA HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT, BECAUSE I CAN'T!!!!