Whether she likes it or not, my daughter loves getting into mischief
Her shenanigans, be it big or small, always seem like a mystery to me
I sometimes don't understand why she does them in the first place, but I believe that everything has a reason
I simply haven't found it yet
However, the best activity she enjoys doing the most are blowing bubbles
She loves those tiny devils
It's rather odd because no matter how much she tires herself out, with all the running and whatnot, her fragile and innocent heart can't bare to pop it
Strange
I wouldn't want to tell her what's right or wrong
Eventually, she'll have to discover that for herself
Nevertheless, she continues to stop herself from popping bubbles
I, on the other hand, do not hesitate
Once I see those floating demons heading towards my direction, I immediately use every part of my body to seize the damn thing
It's satisfying to do, of course
But why couldn't she do it?
It was that simple after all
As soon as she crossed the street, I finally knew why...
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PoetryWords may be the best medicine. But they can also do more harm than good. Here's a spontaneous collection of words, vignette's, short stories and poetry combined into a timeless and relevant output that not only comes from experience but also from t...
