“Dad. Eat this.”
She holds out her hand.
“What is it?”
“Rice cracker.”
Crunchcrunchcrunch.
“Eugh!”
“It’s spicy.” She smiles.
I smile. She’s seven.
“Dad. Eat this.”
She holds out her hand.
“What is it?”
“Rice cracker.”
Crunchcrunchcrunch.
“Eugh!”
“It’s spicy.” She smiles.
I smile. She’s seven.
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