This time last year- Leaving

I have the sudden irrational desire to get down on my knees and grab onto his pant leg screaming, ‘No!!!! No daddy!!! No!!! Don’t leave me, I’m not ready!!!”, but the world moves on, and so must I. I may not be ready, but the world is. So, instead of reenacting my first day at kindergarten, I square my shoulders, stand straight and walk from him before he can walk from me. This time it is I who leave, no longer Daddies baby, but always Daddies girl.