He couldn't remember the last time they spoke. They used to talk about everything. He wanted to ask about her day. He wanted to hear about her new friends. He wanted anything he could get. There's a special bond between a father and daughter; different than the bond between father and son. At least there used to be. Now it seems all he sees of his beloved little Usagi is her golden pigtails trailing her out the door. She used to be Daddy's girl. Whose girl is she now?
