When we arrived at the airport minutes later, I stood nervously in the lobby as I waited for my plane.My dad, who was sitting across from me motioned for me to sit down.I obliged.”I know we never really had much of a chance to talk about this,”he said quietly.I considered his words.What exactly did he mean by ‘this?’Was a refering to me going to London,or his inner colors?Perhaps he meant both,and they could possibly be connected? But that was too much to think about now.”Beg your pardon?” “What I mean is,everything that you have been through lately.All the things that happened,” he said,his voice in a low whisper. “ME??!” I broke out. Then I took a deep breath. “Look,I know.Life has been tough for this little girl;growing up is hard.I get it.It’s true.But sometimes you have to look beyond the surface.Like NOW .What about you?You have issues,you have problems.You feel depressed.Why can’t you own up to that?” I interrogated.