"Papa... story.." My 6 years old baby girl looked at me with her doe like eyes.
"It's time for bed.." I said as I pulled her covers.
"Story!" She whined.
I had to laugh. She tries so hard to give me a deadly glare but it's not quite right.
"Araseo.. What do you want? Princess stories? Knights? Or faries?"
My daughter shooked her head so hard I'm afraid it would snap!
"You and Omma..."
"Baby haven't you heard it all already?"
"I want more! I want more!"
"Araseo! Just like your omma.. won't take no for an answer... So what story do you wanna hear?"
"The first time you met Omma."
I had to smile to that story. It's actually one of my favorite.
"It was a rainy night when I saw your omma...."
She was standing alone and cold on the bus stop, one rainy night. I recognized her since I saw her a couple of times outside the apartment building. I don't know what came over me..
I stopoed my car and opened the window.
"Excuse me. Do you need help?"
She looked at me in shocked. She looked at her sides and behind. Then back at me. I tried not to smile.
"Me?"
I nod. "Do you need a ride?"
"Ani.. I'm waiting for someone." She replied.
"Ok... just to let you know.. taxis rarely pass this road. Because it's too dark..."
Her wide eyes got bigger.
"You're joking.. right?"
"Ani.. it's true.. this is not a great neighborhood to be honest.."
I can't stop myself.
"If you really don't need any help. I'll go ahead.. goodluck!"
I started to count in my head as I close my car window..
"7...6...5..." I whispered to myself.
"Excuse me!" I saw a hand stopped my window.
"Yes?"
"Can you... drop me off at the nearest subway?"
"They're already close at this time."
She bit her lower lip. I knew she was fighting with her inner self right now. Debating if she should stay or take the risk and ride in a car of a stranger.
"Wth..." I barely hear her say. She opened the door and slide inside.
"Thank you.."
"No problem."
"Papa.. you are so...chiv...chiv.." my daughter scratched her head while t hinking of the word.
"Chivalrous?" I offered.
"Yes!"
"Word for the week?" My daughter nod.
I laughed. "You're omma shouldn't teach you big words yet."
"Omma said it will help me when I started school."
"Ok.. do you wanna hear more?"
She crawled over me and sat on my lap.
