As a child in The Family, I read special comic books such as this one, designed to help us kids not feel odd about not knowing who our biological father might be (since sexual partners were swapped around, contraceptives were considered of the devil, and mayhem ensued). It was heartwarming. Well, not really… but it could be hopeful, since if you had a terrible abusive father, this allowed you to imagine that perhaps your biological dad might just be better… though of course you had to be thankful for your “real” father who stuck around and helped raise you. And I was. Like any kid, I desperately wanted to please my parents – they were all I knew.