" If I were your daddy, then I’d tell you no, too, because little girls aren’t allowed to get tattoos. And then when you got big, I’d encourage you to do whatever makes you happy, as long as it doesn’t hurt you or anyone else. As long as it’s good, just like you.”
Cheeks going red, she grinned wide, gripping the covers and holding them at her chin. “I think I would like that.”
“What would you like?”
“If you were my daddy.”
My heart lurched. And I tripped.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Going under.
Sinking deeper. "
― A.L. Jackson , Drowning to Breathe (Bleeding Stars, #2)