Earlier, before diving into the bath with the three girls, I climbed upstairs right before midnight to greet Aya and show her my surprise. It wasn’t anything grand. I wrote her a short story that I read to her like a fairy tale.
Even without me saying it, the girl noticed the theme and where I drew the inspiration. Our story but packed with her favorite genre of adventure and fantasy.
In the end, the girl loved it so much that she told me to give her the manuscript or the draft for it tomorrow. She’s planning on polishing it, turning it into a longer story, not quite a novel but more than enough to properly supplement everything she wanted to write..