I am an ordinary single mother of a beautiful 3.5 year old daughter. Standing in a row in the store, the grandmother standing in front of me begins to admire the beauty of my daughter. "And who are you so beautiful in?"Look at me carefully, bounce "Now obviously not in my mom. And where is your daddy, little boy?" The child looks at the snooping aunt and answers seriously - "He is already dead. The old was. Like you" Aunt grabs the heart, standing in a row behind the stomach.