Handcuffs for Xmas

My dad and I were talking this morning not to long after I woke up and our conversation went a little like this:

Dad: You know you never told me what you wanted for Christmas this year.
Me: Yeah I did, you just weren't listening.
Dad: Well, what do you want?
Me: Those black steel handcuffs that I showed you a picture of online.
Dad: What, you were serious about that?
Me: Yup, I've wanted them since last summer.
Dad: *walks away silently and pulls out a cigarette*

I feel sorry for my dad sometimes. I'm not the average teenage daughter like he had imagined that I would be. I can imagining him sitting and thinking of me as an innocent baby and wondering how did I ever become like I am now.

~AngelCutter