"Why don't Daddy love me, Mommy," the young girl said sadly, clutching at her threadbare teddy bear close to her chest.
"Sure, your daddy loves you," replied her mother. Lines of worry had permanently creased her face from long years of toil. "He loves you very much. He just doesn't understand you."
"But Mommy," the girl cried. "Sometimes I don't understand me either." Tears began to slip down her face. "I thought Daddy would. I used to be able to talk to him about anything. But now I can't talk to him at all."
The girl's mother sighed, knowing her daughter had a very good point. Sometimes all you need is a little push in the right direction, someone to hold your hand, and tell you it's okay. The girl's mother tried her best to be all those things, but it just wasn't enough.
The girl knew her father loved her, but she needed so much more than that.