Dad found out I was intending to travel New Zealand mainly alone. I would be meeting Lynette down South and then I'd be alone for about a week or so and then I would head up North to find Marcus. I didn't hide the travel plan from him but I didn't exactly tell it to him in detail. So when he realized I was intending to do a 4 week trip and that I would be alone most of the time, he sort of freaked out. Understandably so.
A lot of people who know me, knows my Dad situation (haha). Throughout primary school, secondary school and Poly, I would have to ask my dad for permission before going out friends or going for gatherings/parties. I would also always have a curfew. Usually 10pm. While my friends stayed on till midnight, I would have to leave around 9pm to make it for my curfew. It was a pain but I always knew it was just something I had to do and I wasn't going to piss my dad off by rebelling. Some friends would laugh at my predicament, some would tell me to just defy my dad's wishes, some would scoff or silently or even verbally judge my dad's over protectiveness.
Fiercely so at times. Some people say he's overprotective, some don't but quietly judge but I know what they're thinking. My dad is overprotective but it stems from love and a huge sense of responsibility to look after his child.
It took me years to realize that.
We spoke, or rather he spoke about his worries and concerns and I listened. It frustrated me that my travel plans would have to change but at the same time, it hurt me to know how difficult it would be for my dad to just let me go.
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