My daughter was tall and lanky, exactly like her father.
Honestly though, she never believed that she wasn’t adopted.
She had her red hair and red eyes and they were both stubborn when they wanted something. At the moment, our daughter wanted me to tell her she was adopted, and I wouldn’t. She said she consistently felt essentially like she differed from the rest of the family, and she was sure she had to have been adopted. I easily laughed at her and said we all feel kind of like this every so often. After telling me I didn’t understand, she walked away. The next day, she tried to convince me to tell her I was actually the daughter of the Heating plus A/C equipment supplier. I told her she was being seriously silly and I didn’t want to hear any more of her crazy nonsense. She stomped out of the home office and went to the family room. I knew being a teenager was not so easy, however this was outrageous. Did she really have the impression that I was going to tell her she had a father other than her dad? After a week of her nonsense, I asked why she felt different. She said that all the youngsters in her class wanted to do something girly when they grew up. She wanted to be a lawyer, dentist, or a Heating plus A/C equipment supplier. She was not remotely squeamish with blood, or dirt, and she didn’t mind being around dirtbags. I rolled my eyes at her and she laughed. She asked if she was to become a Heating plus A/C supplier; would I not be happy? I told her my dad was a Heating plus A/C supplier, and he worked with several ladies. Why would I be mad about something like that? Up until then, she had forgotten her Grandpa was a Heating plus A/C equipment tech, and she was abruptly cheerful again.