“Who’s this?” Your father asked when a song came on the radio.
This was something he always did, and you had grown partial to it. Whenever you were in the car, even if he and Sam were having a conversation, or if he and you were, when a song came on, he always asked you who it was.
“Led Zeppelin.” You replied, he smiled and nodded, “That’s my girl! What song?” “Over the Hills and Far Away.” “Yup.”
Whenever you got it right, he always looked so proud. You loved making your dad proud, it just felt like an accomplishment and made you feel secure, like, bec