A Stranger's Reminder It was a cold afternoon when I went to pick up my kids from school. There was my young boy playing with his southeast Asian girl classmate. Close by stood an older Caucasian man who got her backpack. I was intrigued how they could be related. She had always been picked up by her mom, but not today. I stood at a distance to where they were playing. Minutes passed by and then this little girl asked the man in a loud voice, “Daddy, do I still have lots of time to play?” to which he happily nodded. He walked towards me and asked if the young boy was mine. I told him yes. “It’s just refreshing to see such pure joy, eh? We don’t usually see that from adults, do we?” he started to strike a conversation. “Not very often. Many people lose their inner child as they grow old,” I replied. “I’m so glad to have her as my daughter.” He went on to explain, “I ‘inherited’ her,” and smiled proudly. Not sure what to say, I blurted, “that’s wonderful!”...