And Then There Was One
Ping bought some new golden eponymous plants for the few places along our front walk that didn't have a plant, but now those spaces have been filled in by this hard working lady. She did the planting in the dark this evening while Cici and I went for a walk through the neighborhood.
As we walked, Cici casually mentioned that she is now ranked second in her class. What? I couldn't believe how low-keyed she was about it. So now all you have left is to slip into first place this semester, I teased her. Impossible, she said. Not for you, I said. Papa, she protested, I can't be number 1, it would be too difficult. Just do your best, I said. Just as you always do. But I was bursting with pride.
About half way through our second trip through the neighborhood one of my feet started to develop a strain in the same place that I strained it last week. I think we should go back to the house, Sweetie, I said. What is wrong, Papa? Cici was immediately on guard and in protective mode. I am fine, I said, but my foot is feeling strained again. She turned me around, put her arm through mine to support me, and walked me back to the house. She didn't release me until I was safely back inside our house.
Cici told Ping what happened and Ping talked with me about it later in the kitchen. She may be your baby daughter, but she will always take care of you. I know, I said. She has already proved it to me. It makes you feel good, doesn't it? Ping asked. You bet it does, I said. She makes me feel very special.
As we walked, Cici casually mentioned that she is now ranked second in her class. What? I couldn't believe how low-keyed she was about it. So now all you have left is to slip into first place this semester, I teased her. Impossible, she said. Not for you, I said. Papa, she protested, I can't be number 1, it would be too difficult. Just do your best, I said. Just as you always do. But I was bursting with pride.
About half way through our second trip through the neighborhood one of my feet started to develop a strain in the same place that I strained it last week. I think we should go back to the house, Sweetie, I said. What is wrong, Papa? Cici was immediately on guard and in protective mode. I am fine, I said, but my foot is feeling strained again. She turned me around, put her arm through mine to support me, and walked me back to the house. She didn't release me until I was safely back inside our house.
Cici told Ping what happened and Ping talked with me about it later in the kitchen. She may be your baby daughter, but she will always take care of you. I know, I said. She has already proved it to me. It makes you feel good, doesn't it? Ping asked. You bet it does, I said. She makes me feel very special.
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