We were heading north on I-95 in my little green Fiesta, Dad’s head grazing the passenger-seat ceiling. The joy of a day spent in the sun near the water at the Miami Boat Show was fading. My anxiety was rising along with the exit numbers. Dad was staying with my partner and me for three nights. I loved seeing him but hated mixing family with my relationship. As I was quietly putting my walls back up, he asked “are you happy?” Nobody had been that direct before. I couldn’t say no, and I couldn’t lie. So I just kept driving.
Emily Wyatt is a science communicator by day and professional dog cuddler by night. She enjoys hiking, having breakfast for dinner, and exploring new fantasy worlds.