Who are you...

My daughter is twelve and she was playing with her toy horses and dollhouse dolls. It sparked the following conversation.

Her: Look it's you

Me: How is that me, because I ride horses alllll of the time (sarcasm)

Her: no, because your old (It was the grandma doll)

Her: this one is dad.

Me: oh I never knew he was bald (was the grandpa doll)

Her: he might be for all I know.

How sad is that? She doesn't even know what he looks like. It has been six years since they have seen him. He could be bald for all we know. Sad....

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Sometimes I wonder if there could be anything harder than not knowing both of your parents. **hugs**