I don't even know why I'm typing this out, feels kinda dumb, but everyone else does it right? So maybe it's not THAT dumb. I guess it's about my dad. Not like, my dad did something bad, he's actually a really good dad, which is kinda the whole problem. Like, a PERFECT dad. He's always there. For everything. My soccer games, even though I'm not that good. My little sister's stupid dance recitals. He helps us with homework even though he says he hates math. He's just... always there. And I thought that was just how dads were, you know? But then he got this thing, this big job offer, and everyone in town is SO proud of him. Like, Mrs. Henderson at the store said "Oh, your dad's a REAL success story, isn't he? Moving on up!" and my grandma practically cried she was so happy. It's a director job, he said. Super fancy. And he told my mom it means more money, which is good cause we don't have a ton of that out here. Like, we're not poor or anything, but we're not rich. And this job, it's a BIG DEAL. He was so excited when he told us, like a little kid, all proud. My mom was hugging him and saying "I always knew you'd get there, honey." And I was happy too, really. I was. For them. But then he started talking about it more. And it's like, a lot of work. He says "It means some travel, son, but it's for the family." And "I'll be gone a few nights a week sometimes, but we'll make up for it." And my sister, Lily, she started asking "Does that mean you won't tuck me in anymore?" and he just laughed and ruffled her hair and said "Of course I will, little monster." But he won't. He won't be able to. Because he'll be GONE. Like, he showed us this calendar thing on his computer and it was all booked up and he was like "See? Just Tuesdays and Thursdays, mostly." But that's still two whole nights. And he has to get up super early for these meetings too, like before the sun. So he'll be tired. And then he'll come home and probably just want to sleep. And it's not even just the nights. He used to drive me to school every morning, just us, and we'd listen to the radio and he'd ask me about stuff. Like, what I thought about history class or if I was still talking to Marcus. Just little things. And he'd always be there for dinner. Always. And now he's talking about "working late" and "important clients." I heard him telling my mom that he'll probably miss a few of Lily's dance things, but "she won't even notice, she's so young." But she WILL notice. I NOTICE. And the worst part is, I can't even say anything. Because everyone is SO HAPPY for him. And I should be happy for him too, right? It's like, I'm being selfish. He's doing this for US. For the family. For more money so we can fix the roof maybe or get Lily those fancy shoes she wants. But I don't CARE about the stupid roof or the shoes. I just want my dad back. The one who's always there. And I feel like a HORRIBLE person for even thinking this. Like, what kind of son wishes his dad didn't get a promotion? A bad one, that's who. And he's already talking about moving us to a bigger town someday, for "better schools" and stuff. And I just... I don't want to move. I don't want anything to change. And I hate myself for it.