Short Stories of a Dad

It was Tuesday afternoon in our garden. I was resting on my garden chair, drinking tea, Octavia was playing her cello ever so lovely as she is and Sarah was running around in the garden laughing. Everything was a perfect, just perfect.

Like all children, Sarah came towards me with curiosity on her face.

"Daddy?" Sarah ask with her adorable voice.

"Yes Sarah dear?" I answer while taking a sip of tea.

"Why does foals come from?" She ask innocently. My wife made some very awful notes from that question while I sipped out my mouthful of tea like one of those cartoon and cough. I knew that one day she'll ask that question but not this soon. Me and Octy look at each other as to say WHAT to say.

"I...well, you see harmony um" Octavia try hard to use the right words to tell her. But thanks to the power of tea, I helped her with the right answer at this right time...

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"Oh okay" Sarah smile and run back to the garden laughing.

Both me and Octy let out a sigh of relief.