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What first came to your mind?

My daughter and I often play a game of questions and answers some nights back. You know how it is, I ask her a question, she answers and then asks hers or serves me my question back. We talk about a lot on nights like these; friends, happy moments, regrets, future plans, dreams, God's plan for our lives and arguments.

So on Monday night, reading from a card I asked her "What first came to your mind when you first saw me?" I just wanted to go and sleep.
"That's a really weird question" she made a an equally weird face to show how deep her thoughts were. "I don't remember ever not knowing you, but my earliest memory of you was hearing sing to me from my sleep and I didn’t think much but I felt loved and I felt love. What did you think when you first saw me?"

"Joella, I'm sleepy and it's a really long story". I tried to dismiss her with a wave, as I made to get to bed.
"Well, say it in three sentences. I'm all ears" she said sporting a puppy face.

"ok, the first time I saw you, I said to myself "who is this? Look at this girl, I'm going to love her forever" Letting out a deep sigh, I continued. "I still remember it like yesterday".

"Dad are your crying?"

"What? No! I'm just sleepy" I said as I hurried to bed.

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