Fathers and Daughters

So back to my eavesdropping of yesterday, I didn’t quite finish my story. After I’d checked on the fish, I came back into the house and found out that the earlier bowl of contention had been cleared.

Little did I know there would be another uprising.

As I made my leave of the house, the daughter decided to see me off; she’s a friend of mine. The father was in the parlour when she came out of the bedroom.

Unfortunately, I thought it would be a normal passage, but the father took one glance at her outfit and demanded where she got the blouse she was clad in.

My friend, shocked at first, finally replied she’d bought it on her way from work two days ago.

The father was enraged, saying it was unbecoming of her not to show him the outfit before she put it in.

I tried to make myself unnoticeable as possible. If I could have slipped off without anyone noticing, I would have.

I just had to endure another heated discussion, where the father categorically informed his daughter that even though she was now a graduate; presently working; as long as she still stayed under his roof, she was still accountable to him, even down to every piece of clothing she bought.

My mouth opened into a big O. And I thought, LIKE SERIOUSLY? A matured girl like that still had to show her outfits to her father for approval?

Or do you think I’m over-exaggerating in my thoughts. Because I think this is just absolutely over the top.