Can we make things right?

11. For the things that give you joy, give room for a second chance.

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For the things that give you joy, give room for a second chance.

The next day, Tacha walked to the dinning and took a seat next to her girl who had chosen to be quiet and calm. 

“Daddy came over yesterday.” She spread the butter in her spoon on her bread. "It was very late when he came."

Anna had a bit of look that got her Mum worried since she woke up. Tacha wanted herself to believe her daughter was having one of her quiet moments, but her eyes couldn't control itself since she saw Anna in the morning. Was it her left hand that was swollen all of a sudden? Or her temperature that had gone up more than usual. Tacha's announcement came out as a whisper, but that was loud enough to make Anna drop her spoon. 

Her dull expression was instantly replaced.

From… I'm tired… to… where is he? Where is my Daddy? 

Of course, for a child who had never set her eyes on her father since she was given birth to, it was expected of her to be extremely happy than ever! Her eyes anxiously waiting to see her beloved Daddy appeared like a spider man. 

Her wide smile exposed her beautiful set of milk teeth that had cold cereal stuck in them, looking forward to hear her Mum continue or bring her Dad to her. She didn't mind that she splashed some of the cereal on her face and dress while dropping her spoon. 

“Mummy, when is he coming again?” She decided to make her curiosity known.

A chuckle escaped from Tacha's lips, fascinated by her daughter's smile. Tacha's smile spread gradually as she reached out far from the table to pick something her daughter's eyes was missing. “Daddy brought you this.” 

There was a pause.

The small, beautiful looking eyes scrutinized Tacha's hands. And happiness jumped into them. 

“Wow! My Daddy?” It was more like Anna wanted to re-confirm if they were still talking about her Dad. “It's from my Daddy.” 

Tacha couldn't hold her chuckle. “Yes, your Daddy. You were in your dream land when he came.” 

“Mummy, next time, wake me up okay. Make sure you wake me up from dream land.” 

Tacha held her laughter. Anna couldn't be that serious with that. But she was, with the way her voice was clear and her eyes directed to hers, clearly telling her what she should have done. 

“Mummy, what's that?” 

“A letter from Daddy.” 

Anna's eyes shone brighter. A letter from her Dad seemed to be the happiest discussion she had ever had with her daughter. She moved her small buttocks on the dining chair. Her hand moving up to pack the beads added to her base, ensuring nothing was disturbing her from seeing her mother well. The letter she held in her hand to be precise. And maybe to listen a hundred percent well.

'Dear Anna, my sweet girl. How have you been? I can't wait to be part of your next birthdays, your Sunday activities, vacation with daddy on your holidays, and be there to say goodnight with kisses every night. You are the most precious thing Dad was ever gifted. I love you. I can't wait to hang out with you once I'm back’.