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Why do some men live like their lives are consequence free? They create life and then float as easily on the breeze as a dragonfly from flower to flower, town to town, country to country. They can do this and never look back. They can stare straight in to their own child's face and deny them everything. And the mothers are left with the task of trying to explain a question that bares no answer. Trying to reassure their beloved son or daughter that they are worth loving and being loved. Child grows up and still wears the scar father left behind. That is the only thing she has left of him.