A child’s innocence and adoration for a superhero met; Daisy’s eyes was on her father’s. She hopped across the parking lot and with a jump, landed by her dad’s SUV. It was Saturday. The sky was exceptionally clear it glistened in contact with her full ready eyes. It should be drizzling everyday this time of the year – August. She could pull her socks up to her knee. But she didn’t mind that it was appropriately sunny rather. She loved whatever the sky showed with her Papa here.
“My little pumpkin.”
George lifted and whirled his first child about till they both were too dizzy to go another round.
“My big daddy.”
Daisy rubbed her eyes to clear the circles off her vision then she grinned, showing her missing front tooth.
“You hopped all the way here.” George opened the front door. Daisy climbed in. He took his place by the steering wheel. “I can tell you wanted to come meet daddy quick.”
She smiled wider. George razed his fingers through her hair, shook them up and left it messy. It was a ritual. It was hard to remember she is a girl when he’s wanted a boy so bad. He drove off.
“Ma didn’ come?”
“No honey.”
George took the left from the school entrance.
“She is sick.” He glanced at her sad face. “So we’re off to the West Hills Mall to buy us some…”
“…chips and chiken and us-crim.”
Daisy’s face lit up in a flash. George couldn’t hold his laughter. It’s deepness filled the car and cracked Daisy up. It always did.
George increased his speed. He looked at Daisy, who now was busy with her tablet. It had all the versions of Angry Birds he found on play store.
Every second alone with Daisy and having such a good father-daughter moment like this, he wondered what May will do to this happiness. His crave for a son was still there. Very strong. It wouldn’t be suppressed. It got worse since they found out Juliana was already 3 weeks pregnant. He can pray for a boy every night without tire. And that’s what rather scares him unto his knees; what a boy will mean.
©M’afua Awo Twumwaah 2017.
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