Your father is braced against the clear blue sky, his disappointment as dark as his silhouette.
There are moments in one's life when certain fears have to be removed to fulfill certain obligations. This was one such moment, you know, your father's harsh words ringing in your ears. Otherwise, how could you live with yourself? Your identity would be thrown in question, and what kind of life was that?
You launch yourself into the air and become locked into a sickening spiral. You hear your father cry out, but find his voice unfamiliar because there is concern, and genuine worry instead of the usual deprecations. You are finally happy, for you know he truly loved you.
The ground rushes at you, and you caw, beating your wings.