“Because you aren’t a little girl anymore, you think I don’t know you? I overlooked it when you visited months ago; however, two nights in succession dignifies a possible broken neck climbing the ladder. So, what’s the matter?” He handed his daughter a pack of her favorite cookies.
“Everything is perfectly fine.” Between sobs, she looked for solace in the cookies.
“Now it makes sense--you’re happy, one of the scariest things to accept. Go home to your new family, Sweetie. I don’t think I can make it up that ladder again.”