I love this child. Red-haired – patient and gentle like her mother – fey and funny like her father. When she giggles I can hear him when he and I were young. I am part of this child. It may be only because we share genes and that therefore smell familiar to each other…. It may be that a part of me lives in her in some important way…. But for now, it’s jelly beans and ‘Old MacDonald’ that unite us.
