There’s this man who comes in with his daughter every week.  She is about two years old.  Of course I think there is no better place for him to bring his daughter.  Since I never had any healthy father/daughter interaction I am watching them.  He is so kind and gentle with her.  I am glad they are there for me to observe.  It’s painful to admit to myself how small and innocent I was as a child.  I watched the little girl singing to herself and picking up leaves that fall off the trees outside the library.  That’s the kind of things I would have done too if I had had the chance.  I do it now, but it’s not quite the same.