Last night, I was heading to bed after a lovely shower when I received a phone call from my dad. He asked me a question, I answered with two words, he responded in his usual profound and simple way with one sentence. Nothing more was said on the topic and nothing more had to be. We moved on to the next subject. In that moment, I realized: I am my father's daughter.
I have yet to decide if this is an advantage or a disadvantage.