He had become fascinated by Daniel’s face in the portrait from the invitation.

Once, after looking in the bathroom mirror, he came to me and asked whether he would grow up looking exactly like his father.

“You may look similar,” I said.

“You already have some of the same features.”

“But will I act like him?”

I sat on the closed toilet lid so he could see me clearly.

“You might inherit his eyes.

You don’t inherit his decisions.”