“We can’t count all the stars in the universe, Queenie. There are too many.” The first thing I learned about my daughter is she has a lot of questions. Usually, they are very good ones, occasionally they made me think, even. I hadn’t seen my daughter in years. Not since she was a few months old, and before that, I wasn’t around when her mother had her. She’s four now, and watching her race to her friends with her little backpack and little sun hat on her little head just made me realize how much I had missed. Most of the other kids at school were kissing their moms and dads goodbye, but Queenie ran off without hesitation. “Give it time,” my wife says. “She just needs time.” That’s what I tell myself, too. I know it’s true but I can’t help wondering just how long it will take for us to be a normal family. …show more content…
I could have made broccoli and macaroni, but I don’t. I decide to make pizza with my little girl. We made a mess, and I realized there were a lot of things I wasn’t familiar with in the house, but Queenie seemed to enjoy it. We ended up sprawled up on the couch with her head on my lap, watching Wall-e. Being the curious four-year-old, she kept asking me questions so I answered them happily. Eventually, her questions strayed from the movie all together, but I didn’t mind. It’s the first time she seemed so comfortable around