My father has always been more than just a parent—he’s been my rock, my motivator, and the person I credit most for helping me continue both my education and athletics at the next level. When I was younger, I never wanted to leave his side. I was a true daddy’s girl. But as my brother came along and we both grew up, things naturally changed. My dad started coaching my little brother Jake, and as a result, our family often had to split time between our events. I usually ended up with my mom, while my dad was with Jake on the field. Even though we spent less time together, my desire to make my dad proud never faded. When he was able to come to my games, I would give everything I had just to show him what I could do. I wanted him to see that I was strong, dedicated, and talented too. One moment I’ll never forget was on my senior night—the last time we played catch together. It was symbolic, emotional, and it hit both of us in a way I didn’t expect. That night, I saw my dad cry for the first time and heard how proud he was of me. A few days later, after my final dance recital, my mom told me something I’ll always hold close: during my performance, my entire family was in tears, but my dad was crying the hardest. Lately, during these last few months before I leave for college, I find myself trying to tag along wherever he goes—whether my brother is with us or not. I try to stay out of my room and close to my parents as much as I can. It’s like I’m chasing those little moments again, just trying to be daddy’s little girl one more time before I’m two hours away. A part of me can’t help but wonder if leaving will hurt them, even though I know they’re proud. I just want them to know that I’m proud too—of where I come from, of the love I’ve been given, and especially of the man who helped shape me. And one of the greatest compliments I’ve ever received is when people tell me, “You act just like your dad.” No matter who says it or when, those words never fail to bring a smile to my face. I’ve never been happier than in those moments, because to be even a little bit like him is something I’ll always be proud of. As I prepare to take the next steps in life, I know I’ll carry my dad’s discipline, his quiet strength, and his belief in me wherever I go. Even when we’re not side by side, I’ll still be trying my hardest—not just for me, but for him. Because no matter how far I go, a piece of me will always be that little girl who just wanted to make her dad proud.