Do you know my Daddy?
I was helping a new student get registered for a test. I asked the usual questions starting with, “What is your name?” When she responded, her last name was a very uncommon one that was the same of one of our family friends. I asked her, half jokingly, was she related to a couple of the people in that family. Her face changed, she locked her eyes into mine. “Oh my God! That’s my father. Do you know him?” Then she started to cry as she explained to me that she had never met him, but desperately wanted to get…