What a gentle respite.

There’s something about the bond between fathers and daughters: a closeness during childhood that grows turbulant when daddy’s little girl evolves into a rebellious young woman.

Hunt gives us just a hint of life outside of this beautiful placid moment, but it’s enough to paint a panorama of two slowly diverging lives that, one hopes and believes, will never drift too far. The emotions are buttressed by a love for and from a lost grand/father whose nicknames were uncharacteristically sentimenal for a grounded man. It’s a sturdy family tree.

I was thinking while I was reading this earnest and heartfelt play that I haven’t read many plays lately that focus on fathers and daughters. So it was very nice to experience one that was not about the teenage daughter’s angst or the father’s fear of her dating for the first time. It reminded me of family scenes from an earlier time, and in a very good way. It is sweet and uplifting.