and in the garden a new

I feel like a child feels upon meeting his mom's new husband.

You don't look like my dad.
You don't talk like my dad.
My dad does that differently.

Don't recall how I felt upon meeting my first. But that was when all was new, new creation and all, so accepted it with all the rest. Not sure when it became more. Not sure when/if this will ever.

Not calling you dad. Ever.