the grass is not always greener

Every morning, my father would take me to school. One would assume that a father and his daughter should be able to find a topic to have a conversation about. Yet, every morning the car is filled with silence, except for the beat coming from the music on the radio. I never fully appreciated the silence, until that one day, when my father was unable to take me to school It was not until then that I realized that I preferred my fathers silence, to my mothers constant need for a conversation.