Ainsworth is my dad’s last name. I am made up of all things Dad. But he doesn’t matter anymore. That’s what Mom said twelve years ago when I asked her where Dad went. I was four. “He doesn’t matter anymore.” Those were her exact words. But I’m made up of all of his matter. I have his hair and his eyes and his skin. Complex Math Problem: If Dad doesn’t matter, and I’m made up of him, do I matter?
