Layla

"I need to talk to her. I need to make things better with her." I told dad as I got up from my chair. He smiled, getting up and hugging me. "Baby, I want you to know that I am VERY proud of you. Of your accomplishments and everything that you have become. You are a wonderful woman. And again, you don't have to stay and help. This is our battle, my battle." 

Dad was reluctant to make me leave, but I had already made up my mind. Besides, I wasn't sure I was ready to go ...