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I walk into the little childcare center where Alesia’s been going for a few hours a day since she was about three. I catch her eye and she runs up to me, brandishing a page of abstract squiggles.
“I made it for you, Papa!” she announces, proudly!
“That’s beautiful, darling,” I say. “Shall we go home to show it to Daddy?”
We walk the short way as she tells me about her day. Walking into the house, Charlie comes out of the kitchen to greet us and she runs to him.
“I made it for you, Daddy!”
I feel cheated.