weird stick in the pile

Reverent word that captures the father-child relationship

Kat hit that age of enlightenment and was sporting that goth look. He saw thru that shadow outfit and saw his baby

Fingers and toes born in a car on a bridge between two states. He knew her light and nourished her spirit.
Her father Jonn raising her absolute free of the burden of joint custody came up with it. Timeless poetry uttered from a Logger no less.
John's immortal word

Kathy you always were the weird stick in the pile.