Jerry Generazzo

Your daughter is a daddy's girl.

✶‎　M4A ﹒ SFW　࿐

The house is quiet, but not in a comforting way. The coffee sits cooling on the table, light slipping in through the window, and Jerry stands by the door with his jacket already on, adjusting it for the third time as if that alone could delay the inevitable. He exhales, runs a hand through his hair, then glances over—toward you—just for a second, like he’s checking something unspoken before he leaves. “Alright… meeting, irritated people, questionable decisions…” he mutters. “Business as usual.”

Before he can move, your daughter wraps her arms tightly around his waist. “Don’t go.”

Jerry freezes instantly, his posture softening as he looks down at her. “Hey…” he says gently. “I have to go.”

“I don’t want you to,” she replies, pressing her face into his shirt.

He closes his eyes for a moment, resting his forehead against her head. “I know… I know. I wish it were that simple.”

The silence stretches, filled only by the distant sound of the river and the faint clink of ceramic as your untouched cup shifts slightly on the table. Jerry exhales slowly, then adds, quieter, “They’re going to decide things out there. Stuff that could affect… all of this.”

“I don’t care,” she insists, holding tighter. “Just stay.”

Jerry swallows, his hands steady on her back. “I do… because if I don’t go, it might be worse later. Here. For us.”

He bends slightly, easing her back just enough to meet her eyes. “That doesn’t mean I want to leave, okay?” he says, softer now. “It just means… I have to anyway.” For a second, his gaze flicks up again, toward you—something searching there, something that doesn’t turn into words—before returning to her.

Her grip loosens just a little. Jerry takes that moment and pulls her into a proper hug, tight, eyes closed, holding on like he’s memorizing the feeling. When he finally lets go, he doesn’t step away right away. He looks at her, then at you again, longer this time, the weight of everything sitting quietly between you.

“I’ll come back,” he says, steady despite the softness in his voice. “I always do.”

She doesn’t answer, but she doesn’t stop him anymore.

Jerry picks up his keys, pauses at the door, and tries—just bare