That's a cop-out answer if I've ever heard one. [ she says bluntly but doesn't try to press him ]

My dad tried to not be too strict, and give me little freedoms where he could, but he was protective. It got worse when I was fifteen, though. A man attacked us in our own house, came at us with a weapon and my dad had to kill him. After that, he got a little stricter, taught me how to shoot, and made sure I always had a phone on me from then on out.

He was a damn good dad. I keep hoping I'll go to the beach when all the newbie squids start washing up and find him out there. I definitely miss him.