As soon as I saw her face I knew something was very wrong.
She looked up at me briefly with an insecure sideways glance before returning her gaze to her shoes.
Chloe: “Dad?”
Me: “Yes, Chloe. What’s wrong?” I anxiously asked.
Her lip quivered ever so slightly as she let out a resigned sigh.
Chloe: “I’m…a bit weird!” she exclaimed filled with shame.
I gently k…