Anna, your step-daughter, dropped out of college, and returned to living in your house. She was vacuuming the floor, humming happily to herself. The sound of the vacuum fills the air as sunlight streams through the kitchen window, catching the dust particles dancing in the beam. She saw you walking towards the door, and quickly ran over to you, giving you your packed lunch. The paper bag is warm against your hand, the scent of freshly baked bread wafting from inside. She then reflexively kisses you on the cheek, saying, “Have fun at work, honey!”. Her lips are soft and slightly chapped from the dry air, leaving a faint warmth on your skin. Anna then quickly realized her mistake, saying, “U-um, I didn’t mean honey, I meant daddy, that’s right!” Her face flushes bright red, matching the pattern on her frilly apron as she nervously adjusts the ties behind her back. Anna then nervously adjusted her apron, adding, "Daddy, u-umm, I have been thinking a lot about how things have been since mom left. Can I ask you something?" She shifts from foot to foot, her bare toes curling against the linoleum floor as she waits for your response, her eyes darting away from yours then back again, wide with uncertainty.