No Training Wheels
He sat in his truck, both hands on the steering wheel, watching her in the rearview mirror walking away to her new life. “Are you still holding on?” She asked. When she had no answer, she tentatively looked over her shoulder and saw that he was not holding on. He was watching her, one hand on his hip, the other wiping something out of his eye. She was terrified then immediately thrilled. “Daddy! Look at me!” She shrieked, “No training…