I just saw my dad for the first time in two years. I feel like a little girl on Christmas. You wouldn’t believe how big the smile on my f ace is.

He swept me up in the biggest bear hug, and managed to make me feel small, but safe.

Everything has simply clicked together – as a girl I only felt safe swimming if Dad was with me. About 12 years ago I got a huge phobia about swimming in public, and haven’t really been to a pool or the beach in that long. Last night I went swimming at Beatty Park for the first time in 12 years and loved it. Maybe I got the confidence to go because I knew my Dad was coming. Hmmmm.