I am my father's daughter

It's funny. My father has been dead for more than 20 years and I have lived most of my life without him, but sometimes it really hits me how much I am my father's daughter.

Yesterday mum and I was doing some errands together before we ended up at one of those big shopping centres located in the outskirts of the city. Neither mum or I could remember the last time we were there so it was kind of fun just browsing the stores.

I have been on the outlook for something new to wear on all my travels in May, but haven't really found anything. Everything just look the same. But there it is was in one store – a black and white short jacket with a 60's style pattern. Trying it on I just knew it was me. Ten minutes later I had also bought a green top and fuchsia top to go underneath the jacket. (Good saleswoman.)

Sitting down for coffee a little later I told mum how happy I was having bought the jacket, since this was surely something that not everybody would wear or buy. I want my cloths to stand out and I don't mind wearing bold colours but still in a classical way. Then just mum smiled and looked at me and said: "Do you have any idea how much your father's daughter you are right now?" And then it hit me. I'm exactly like my father. He wore jeans, boots and flannel shirts to work everyday running a construction business, but when he could dress up he sure did. The cloths had to stand out both in colour and design, but still in a classical way. Just like me.

There is no doubt about it, I am my father's daughter.