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“Are you a dad?”
This was the third child to ask me.  What a strange question.
“I don’t have a dad,” said her voice.
“I’ve never had a dad,” said her eyes.
“I don’t know what a dad looks like,” said her soul.
Dads are like unicorns in this neighborhood.  You read about them in books at school, but you’ve never talked to one or rode on his back or petted his mane.  You’ve seen some men, but none really act like the stories in the books at school.  Those are fairy tales.
“Are you a dad?”
Now there was hope in her voice.
“Yes, I’m a dad and were going to bring more dads to your school.”
Dark eyes turned bright.  A huge smile broadened on her face as she turned back to the herd of other kids who have never seen a dad.  She was the brave scout sent to see if this was real.  Now she could report.  “Dads are real and they are coming to our school.”
Her heart shouted louder than her voice.  “Maybe there is a dad for me?”


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