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It should be noted that Sherlock Holmes was not an ordinary person by any stretch of the imagination. He was highly intelligent, frightingly so at times, and he was emotionally detached from the rest of the world. His existence was driven by the need to seek the solution for his boredom, and that came in the form of solving perplexing mysteries. Well, solving mysteries and raising his daughter.
If you were to ask those few who knew Sherlock how he was managing being a parent and solving crimes, you would get mixed reactions.
If you asked Mrs. Hudson, the landlady, she would laugh fondly and say that Sherlock was doing just fine.
If you asked Detective Inspector Lestrade, he would chuckle while scratching the back of his neck. Then he would say that Sherlock was an alright dad, but he wished that the man would stop bringing his kid to every crime scene.
If you asked Dr. Molly Hooper, she’d shyly say that Sherlock loved his little girl as much as he was capable of loving anyone.
And if you were to ask Sherlock himself, he’d roll his eyes and most likely ignore the question. Because honestly, why should he waste time answering something so tedious? He’d rather spend that time teaching his daughter the different effects that poisons had on the human body.
Now with this all in mind, it should definitely be noted and underlined that Sherlock Holmes was not ordinary person, and based on his parenting style, neither was his little girl.