A Rebellion One!

I was the first daughter of my dad but not first daughter of the family! My grandfather never entertained girls or ladies of the house. He had never played with any of his granddaughters till they got the 5th one in a row! This fifth had a different charm...she used to just go and sit in his lap oblivious of the fact that he hates it! She used to narrate all her childhood stories of the school, family and what not! Slowly and steadily...dadaji...starting playing with her....pampered her in his own ways....she was the first girl child in the family who got the chocolates and 50 paisa from her dadaji! How happy she was! That little child grew to become the rebellion of the house....she started questioning her uncles, aunts and her own parents!!! In all those formative years one person who always encouraged her to dare to dream....dare to question was her father...who always stood by her...whether it was the time when she choose an unconventional college, course of study,job or for matter her life partner! She was always considered as the spoiled brat...who has no respect for elders because she questions their belief but one person who always stood by her was her father....That rebellion one is Me....and I am proud to be my dad's princess!!!