She peeped into her father's room and saw him bending over,
his hand moving fast. The computer's screen saver came on, as her tiny feet
stumbled across the room and asked him, "Daddy, what are you doing?"
Her father wheeled around, realising that he had company.
He had wanted to do this, but not this soon. She had to grow
up, she was probably too young for this now. "Do you really want to
know?", he asked. "You might not understand."
"Please, daddy", she begged. He couldn't restrain
himself. Hadn't he waited long enough? And it was she who insisted. He beckoned
her to come closer and made her sit on his lap.
Half an hour later she was almost in tears. "This feels
really dif-difficult daddy, I don't understand what you are doing."
"Don't worry, a few more nights of this and you'll start liking it. You'll
feel right as rain, I promise," he said. "And will you promise not
tell your mother about this? Will this be our little secret?", he added
nervously. It would be too much to answer for.
And so she did - it had taken more than a few nights, and
she didn't know yet if she liked it or not, but had become quite comfortable
with it.
She felt proud - this was big people's stuff. Who said
calculus was for kids?
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