Sometimes, a Cliché is just a Cliché...
Terri looked in the mirror and saw so much wrong.
This is not going to work. Why did I decide to do this?
The ride to the picnic was devoid of conversation, as was parking. And walking from the lot to the pavilion where the grills were set up for all the fathers and daughters.
They stood there and a young girl came scampering up.
As Megan ran off to play, Terri turned to the organizer, "Sorry to invade your 'boys only' club here, Steven, but I'm her only parent, and I am as much her father as her mother."