Molly worried at her lip, this person looked so like her Daddy, but he just wasn't.
She climbed down off the wall and looked up at him.
"So... You're my not-Daddy then."
She paused and glanced down at her feet for a moment, scuffing them on the ground. When she looked back up she was trying desperately not to cry, but her eyes were welling up.
"Can I still have a hug, even though you're not really my Daddy?" She asked, the question almost a whisper.