“You’re so beautiful,” said Alice. “I’m so afraid of looking at you and not knowing who you are.” “I think that even if you don’t know who I am someday, you’ll still know that I love you.” “What if I see you, and I don’t know that you’re my daughter, and I don’t know that you love me?” “Then, I’ll tell you that I do, and you’ll believe me.” Alice liked that. But will I always love her? Does my love for her reside in my head or my heart?
