You were standing in the doorway of your daughter Sherry's room, watching your wife Annette saying good night to her. There was an air of familiarity in this scene playing in front of you and you had to sigh quietly. It was always hard for you to bond with your daughter, because you didn't really know how. Annette got up from her kneeling position and went over to you, standing next to you in the doorway and watching her daughter trying to sleep. You looked at your wife.