No matter what, whenever I go home to visit, my dad picks a fight. If it's not about money, it's about my car. If it's not about my car, it's how I don't call him or do anything for him. I only call when I'm in trouble, according to him. I'm basically a bad daughter. He tells me he loves me, but somehow I feel like I always come up short. And honestly, that feeling prevents me from loving him like I probably should.