Are we cursed? Is there a grand scheme written in advance for our families by some wicked one? We were that close to going through the same tragegy again, one generation apart. But she's a tough little warrior, acting with bravery, if not a bit of impetuousness and bravado, trying to measure up to the absent one. Somehow, I can see myself in her, a few years back, growing in the shadow of the one who was hardly there for me. Or so little. Or in the most unusual way. I want to protect her. Does that mean I am ...?