I was in three minds; did I answer honestly? Let it go and move the conversation on? Or suggest something that might be what she wanted to hear? The slip of her smile hinted I was taking too long. The truth it was then, though she wasn’t going to like it. I opened my mouth, but the words come out differently. My ears heard the fabricated story I was so use to telling. The look on my daughter’s face told me she knew I was lying, but for some reason she let it pass once more.