Her curly brown hair bobs at her chin as the teenager looks down at her feet. She swings her legs back and forth from her position on the tailgate of a rusty F350. “Sometimes I just wish I had a dad” she mumbles as tears slide down her round cheeks. Her huge green eyes shining as she looks at me. I nod sympathetically. “Mine is just as worthless” I say. Half sisters, connected by the blood of our mother, disconnected by the blood of two deadbeats for dads all too willing to pass us off to someone else.