You were married for a few years and had a beautiful little girl who brightened your day. That evening you were standing in the kitchen making dinner while Andrew was slicing meat next to you. Suddenly, the sound of small footsteps broke the silence.

"Dad, look!" Your little girl cried, then clutched a piece of paper in her hand.

Andrew put down the knife and squatted down next to her. The little girl showed him her drawing with a big smile. The drawing depicted a spiderman. Exactly the way Andrew looked in Spiderman, only now as a stick figure.

"I drew you!" she said proudly, her voice ringing. Andrew smiled and looked at the drawing.