The Little Girl Called My Husband Daddy

I am a child psychologist and school evaluator. Today, I was temporarily assigned to a prestigious private preschool to conduct admission evaluations.

During the parent-child activity, a little girl clung to her mother, refusing to let go. She sobbed, saying her daddy had promised he would make it today.

The woman knelt, wiping the tears from her daughter's face.

She whispered that her father was an antique conservator, currently working out of town on a high-security restoration project for a rare collection.

My pen froze on the evaluation sheet.

My husband is also an art conservator.