No, ‘please,’ Tiffini. A very good girl obeys her Daddy.
Turn around and stare out the window at that tree. Concentrate on those birds. Red, blue, brown, soft…
They’re pretty, Daddy. Am I pretty?
Of course, my beloved. At this moment most of all.
Very nice, honey.
Do you love me, Daddy?
The way God loves an angel, baby.
I love you too, Daddy. I’m glad I’m your special girl.
So special we won’t tell anyone?
What’s cas…trate mean?
Mommy said she do that to anyone who touched me like…a boyfriend.
Yeah….she said sometimes men - Daddies - are too close, too protective. And girls become ...
…like moms…with babies?
What else did she say?
I never told her, Daddy. I promise…she said if anyone ever did, I should come to her. And she said she’d make sure there’d be no snake in the garden.
Even you, Daddy. She said girls and their fathers have a special bond that’s a gift. Forever.
That’s true. Mommy and I have a special relationship too. Almost forever. Almost like us.
Sometimes the gift just…can’t be rewrapped. And…sometimes too much love is almost enough. To be young is a wonderful thing.
When I get big, do you think I’ll be a Mommy? ‘Cause I want to marry a Daddy too. And Mommy said Daddies are best…when they behave.