Mindy stared into the mirror. She had no idea what she would see, actually, because really, what did she really desire? Even the idea of it was sort of silly to her.

But once she saw what was forming, it was unmistakable, and she knew well enough who it was: she should have known who it was from the start. She exhaled a moment, then stared back, bringing her hand to the mirror. She was glad there was no one around: she could cry, at least a little, and let a small sob, just one.

"Daddy," she whispered, seeing him as him, not as big daddy: simple, strong and still taking her out for ice cream one last time.