My Father’s Little Girl

'What happened to her?'
They ask. 
'It was all a blur.' 
He answers. 
 

She grew up. 
That's What Happened.  
She's no longer a cub.  
And that Hurts.

She's fifteen now. 
A teenager. 
He can't remember her growing up, somehow. 
Even though he was there the whole time.

She is me. 
And he is my dad. 
He still remembers when I was three. 
And is sad I grew up.

But it's all inevitable. 
I was bound to grow up. 
It wasn't devetable. 
And now I've grown up.