“It’s you and me!

But Mommy — Oliver in my class said everybody has a daddy at home.

Where’s my daddy?”

I stopped, and I knelt down on the sidewalk so that I was level with her big, clear eyes.

“Do you feel like there’s anything missing at home, sweetheart?” I asked her.

Blythe tipped her head to one side and thought about it, seriously, the way she thought about everything.

And then she broke into a huge grin and shook her curls hard.