Daughters of fathers are different from sons.
Daughters, as they grow, do not take on their father’s image. A daughter’s voice will not deepen into her father’s baritone. Her jaw will not sharpen to resemble his, and, in all likelihood, she will not reach his height. Rarely will anyone ever be startled when they encounter her on the street after her father’s death, thinking for a moment, because of their resemblance, that they are seeing a ghost.
