TOP
"Top Appa!" Zozi yelled from the swings.
"Yes?"
"I need some assistance" she struggled to settle her butt on the swing.
I lifted her up and placed her on the swing.
"There. Are you good now?"
"Yes, thank you Appa" she nodded.
I turned and walked back to where I was sitting. "Appa!"
"Yes baby girl?"
"I need your assistance"
"With what?"
"Can you push me?" She looked up at me with her big brown eyes.
"What's the magic word?"
"Please?"
"Okay."
I pushed her softly and she swung just a few feet.
She looked over her shoulder at me. "What?" I asked. "What'd I do?"
"Push me harder Appa! Harder! I want to go higher!"
"How high?"
"High like those birds" she pointed to a flock of birds in the blue afternoon sky.
"But what if you don't ever come down?
"I don't care" she shrugged. "I don't wanna come down."
"But what about me?" I pushed her a little harder.
"You can come with me... And Daesung Appa and Taeyang Appa and Seungri Appa and Appa Jiyongie!"
"Oh really?"
"Yeah" she turned and looked at me. "Appa, cmere" she motioned.
"What's wrong?" I walked over to her and kneeled in front of her. She slid off of the swing seat and wrapped her arms around my neck. She buried her face in the crook of my neck and muttered,
"I love you TOP Appa."
I pat and rub her back. "I love you too baby girl."
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General FictionWhat's it like having five incredibly famous dads? Well, only their daughter, eight year old Zozi, would know that.
