"On November 21st, many years ago, a baby girl was born on a cold night in Germany. I love looking at pictures of her. She had a face like a cherub with flushed cheeks that still seemed to glow even in black and white. As you turn the pages in the tattered album, you see her grow into a stunning girl who at six, the same age as my daughter, changed. Her mother died in childbirth. Her dad, who didn’t know how to care for two girls on his own, cut off all of her beautiful hair."