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This was the beginning of the end...

I stared out the window above the kitchen sink. The bright yellow school bus pulled up quickly in front of my house. As the doors opened, a small girl with strawberry blond hair stepped off and waved back at the driver. Rosie, my little girl Rosie. I ran outside and spread my arms.

"Mommy! Mommy!" she screeched. Rosie threw her short arms around me.

I picked her up, "Baby… how was school?"

She drew back and hopped down. "Fine," her reply was sullen. Then she stepped inside.

Confusion passed over me. Normally she'd come down the walk and start screaming about how much fun she had had that day. "W-What do you mean 'fine'?"

After jumping up onto a kitchen stool, Rosie turned around and shrugged, "I mean fine."

"I'm paying good money for your school. Did they not teach you to be truthful with your mommy?" I pouted.

She pulled a paper out of her bag, "We drew pictures of our families in school."

I took the picture from my daughter. There were two stick figures. One said 'Me' underneath, and the other said 'Mommy'. But over at the utmost edge of the page, there was a big, blank space. Underneath that it said 'Daddy'. "Oh, no, honey," I felt tears well up in my eyes.

A deep silence hung over us for a minute. Rosie's small voice whispered, "Who's my daddy?"

Looking up, I saw her small, anguished face, "I don't think you're ready."

She watched me, "Please, mommy."

I thought about it for a minute. How much she looked like him, how much she wanted to know who he was. I had never forgotten his name. Gregory House… Gregory House."His name's Gregory House."

Rosie nodded, "Can I meet him?"

"I-I-" I stuttered and felt a tear run down my cheek. "I don't know. I don't know where he lives or where he works…"

It was so hard for me to talk to her about her father. I didn't care about him. She was my daughter. He wasn't in the picture. Every morning after Rosie was born, I couldn't stop thinking that she needed a father, but she had me.

"Mommy…" Rosie hesitated. "I want to find him."

That poor little face drove me off the edge. I walked over to the island and picked up the phone book. More tears dripped down my cheeks, "Don't you love me? Am I not enough?"

A little whimper came from her and I turned to find her crying hardily, "No. No, that's not it. I love you, but- I don't know! Everyone at school always says 'Daddy bought me this' or 'Daddy's taking me here'. I never get to say that."

Maybe it's a phase… Maybe she'll get over it. I thought to myself. And then I had to face the real answer. No.


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