“Hey pop, tell me about the first time you were able to change.”
“What do you mean, little one? Do you mean the first time I was able to dress myself?” he said, a grin spreading across his face.
“You know what I mean, pop!” The little girl exclaimed leaping to grab on to her dad’s hair.
“Ah! Ah!” Sione wrapped his arms around his daughter and squeezed her tightly. She giggled as he tossed her up into his arms and chided her, “I could see that coming a mile away.”
“Come on! Shine! Shine! Tell me why you shine!” She rocked and swayed, doing her best to move her father to action.
“Okay, okay.” He walked towards the driver’s seat and placed her up on the perch that turned into a bed above it.
“I will tell you how it happened, but first I need you to do something for me. Can you do that?”
She nodded adamantly and said, “You can count on me!”
“Now tell me, my little one. What do we say about the shiny man?”
“Nothing!”
“And who do we say it to?”
“No one!”
“And why is that?”
“Because it is just for our family and no one else!” she flashed a toothy grin.
“Good girl!” he said, patting her on the head.
10 minutes. 219 words.
MJ Muñoz 