Three Things My Father DREADS the Most About Me Heading Off to Pakistan

The struggle is most undoubtedly real as I continue to ready myself for this crazy, adventurous trip--the most coming from my good intent father.

I know he means well. I really do. It's just that when he comes into my room just to tell me how much my life is going to suck for the six weeks that I am there, I can't help but feel another ten billion stress-inducing rocks falling onto my shoulders.

I thought, hey, for this blog, maybe I should just list them all out, for my benefit and your enjoyment.

1. FOOD IS BAD

So my eating habits are a bit off onto the far end of the "Weird" spectrum. I am a lactose intolerant, gluten-free, wheat-free, sugar-free type of person, mostly because my body does this awful thing where it hurts whenever I eat foods containing those listed above. Needless to say, my father is more than a little worried I won't have any available alternatives in such a developing country as Pakistan.

Also, food is my one true weakness. My father has been, for the better part of my young life, the sole authority figure who actually cared about what went into my mouth, and knows that I am vulnerable to all lactose, gluten, wheat, and sugar containing things. Basically, he doesn't think I'll be able to keep myself away from all the mouthwatering, yummy, delectable, scrumptious cultural food that I will be immersing with.

I think he may have a point on that, though.

2. TOOTH FAIRY MAGIC

My front tooth is broken, and has been broken for the past two years of my life. I broke it in half one day (I don't care to dwell on such a frightful night), and my dentist kind of just super glued it together. He told me, "Sophia, this is temporary, and the tooth fragment is bound to come off at anytime." At first, I thought that meant, like, a week before it would fall out and I had to run back to the dentist's office for a crown. Then two years passed by, and that superglue material stuff is still holding strong.

So the point is that my dad is worried that during my six week journey, that tooth fragment is just going to fall off one day, and I would have to remain in the state of absolute shock for the remainder of my stay. I'll swear it now: I will NOT be opening my mouth if that does happen, and then you will know why all my pictures are of me crying.

I think he may have a point on this as well.

3. BOYS

"Just don't get married."
"No promises, pops."

(Let's just appreciate this moment where my father assumes I'm going to Pakistan just to help some poor bloke get a green card)

Nuh uh