I heard my dad talking to somebody on the phone. He mentioned something outside the city, tomorrow morning at nine. Dad has a lot of job discussions, so I guess that "something" is about it. Still, I watched him walking and talking. I didn't pay much attention to the flow of conversation, but to his facial expressions. He smiled, which wasn't usual when he was talking about the job, because it was serious and demanding. I felt a big curiously.
After a long 5 minutes, he hung up. He was still smiling. He came in, sat beside me and asked,
"Sweety, could you go with daddy tomorrow at nine? I need your help"
I watched him uncertainly and asked what's the matter and how I could help. I had no idea what kind of necessity it was when I was asked for help.
He moved bangs from my forehead and kissed me, then replied; "You will find out soon!"
That evening, while I was having dinner, he was puttering around the yard. He checked every part of the lawn, if there was a nail, moved insecticide and other poison bottles on higher shelves and isolated all electrical cables.
"I'm no longer a little girl, dad!" I yelled at him humorously, "You don't have to worry about me getting hurt"
He hit me on the back, friendly and gently, with lot of love.
"I know, I just wanted to clean a bit."
"I congratulate ..." I mumbled still with full mouth and pretended shaking hands with him.
