Fathers.

For most daughters, like me, fathers are too special. Maybe more than mothers. Or maybe the same, but somehow differently. There is a connect that can't really be explained. With mothers, perhaps, it's too much of a woman to woman dealing. Fathers for the most part, are full of endless love and pamper and fun.

Fathers never say no. They are there always. For anything. Everything. They never scold, no matter how much of a devil brat daughter you are. They smile to themselves when a cute looking guy passes a grin at you. But they won't ever say it. Fathers talk less. Well, mostly. Now the best part. They never complain of domestic chores. Or dirty rooms or messed up cars.Or overflowing wardrobes and credit card bills. Or broken head lights and cracked crockery.

For fathers, daughters are special. Maybe more special than their sons. I don't know why. But that's how it is. They'll seldom say it.But you can always make out. Men, not boys, talk lesser by the way. It's a new realization.

Or maybe, as Carl Jung said, it's the Electra Complex that functions between a father and daughter. And as I say, a girl can have as many boyfriends, but she will always have one father. The Father.