I'm an adult but I still need my Dad. On the best days and the worst, when I have bad news and good, it's Dad that I've always had. From life's minor inconveniences, to the things that break my heart, Dad knows where all the pieces go, when things really fall apart. I used to believe that I would reach an age that I would just know what I'm doing, there would surely come a time, where I don't need to call him every time something goes wrong, But now I see, that no time could weaken a bond this strong. Where my heart feels home, a constant that's always been there; to imagine a life without him is a thought I cannot bear. I may be an adult but no day shall come, be it good or bad, when I ever stop needing my Dad.