Tonight after dinner Cici and I went for a bike ride together. We rode across a wooden footbridge near our house, down some old bike ramps and then walked up and down a freight railway.
A little while ago, while I was tucking her in and saying good night, we shared the following magical conversation:
Dadam: Thanks for going on that bike ride with me today, Cici. It was the best part of my day.
Cici [sweetly]: It was the best part of mine, too, Dad. [pause] Because we didn't really do anything else.
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