Alice Robinson hadn't expected her child's innocent little mind to hold onto this matter. She squatted down, nervously holding her daughter's shoulders, "Sweetie, I've told you before that in this world, there are people who look alike, so there are also people with the same name... the person that the reporter talked about that day, he isn't your uncle; he just has the same name as your uncle."
Rachel looked at Alice with wide, innocent eyes, "Then is he Rachel's daddy?"
"He..."
Rachel dropped her plush toy and reached out to hug Alice, murmuring, "Mommy, the kids in kindergarten always laugh at me for not having a daddy... Am I a child that my daddy doesn't want?"
Alice let Rachel lean on her shoulder and softly soothed her, "It's not like that... your daddy didn't abandon you."
"Then why isn't daddy with me and mommy? Other kids' moms and dads are always together."
"Because... because..."
