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So it is the Holidays. Kids come home from college. Daddy is excited to see them, and hear their stories, most of all to hug them. But Daddy already knows time for Daddy is scarce, if at all. They have their lives, involved with friends. But no time for Daddy. Always my children, why not always their Daddy? Will having children change their sense of family? And feed my cherished closeness. Wait...the phone is ringing. "Oh Daddy, Puss-cat just died. Could you...?" "Of course, dear heart." My soul is singing.