Daddy's Permission Only

I never thought I’d be one for asking permission before speaking or acting in a social situation, but here I am, fully embracing it. It started small, needing his go-ahead before ordering at restaurants or making plans with friends, and now it’s become part of our dynamic. Some days, the quiet anticipation before getting that OK from him is more satisfying than the actual freedom to act on my own accord ever was. It’s a strange but potent mix of anxiety and relief—being told no leaves me disappointed but knowing I’ve been given a green light fills me with warmth and confidence for what comes next.