"You're not helpless. You just need a little assistance every now and then."

"Sure..." she said, not sounding like she believed me. "I'm just going to read."

Zoe kissed my head and wheeled herself out of my office. I stood up and leaned on my desk, trying to figure out a solution. I felt confident I could safely use a razor on a woman, but this wasn't just a woman. This was my daughter. And to be fair, that area had a lot more folds and curves than my face.

I went into my bathroom and started to inventory what I thought I would need. As I reached for some...