In another world, I would have been the guy holding my little girl's hand- not someone else. She would have grown up with a father that looked like her, acted like her, sounded like her. But we're talking another world here, folks, an imaginary world where every wish your heart desires can be granted simply by waving a magic wand. The other guy obviously did a great job as her Dad. He was the one tucking her in at night and telling a frightened child that the monster under her bed was really a baby lamb. That little girl is now all grown up and has a baby girl of her own but, sadly, her Dad isn't there to cradle his precious grand-daughter in his arms. Neither am I.