Time with my daughter

Mornings that are usually filled with silence are now filled with my daughter's laughter accompanying my lonely self.

As a good and 'responsible' father, I must fill this important time with my daughter's laughter.

For some reason, her every cuteness and behavior makes my soul peaceful even though I know there are many problems today and others.

to be honest, if the world is destroyed, I'm fine as long as I'm with my daughter. it does sound like a father who is overprotective of his daughter. but I promise if my daughter can spread her beautiful wings in this cruel world. I'll be at peace

Now it's time to get back to business, after cooking the bread to be sold I'm getting ready to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm selling bread in the park, want to come?" I stuck out my hand to him.

He was happy and grasped my hand tightly, going to the park many buyers were waiting and stormed my sale, my daughter saw this surprised because this was the first time she saw so many people gathered to her father.

I finished all my sales, I approached my daughter who was sitting.

"How was your day while you were working?" I asked to make sure she wasn't bored waiting for me.

"Dad, can I work too?"

I chuckled at her question.

"That's fine, you should just play. Let me do the work, as long as you don't get too far away from my sight" I stroked his little head.

"No, I want to help Daddy" she gripped my hand tightly.

I thought of my responsibility as a parent, a girl her age helping me work? If I think of it from the view of Rights and Obligations, she has the right to ask me for something, but I have the obligation to refuse or fulfill it. vice versa, I also have the right for my daughter to obey me, and she has the obligation to obey or refuse it.

It does sound like just an excuse, but it is often considered trivial in every family, because of the lack of communication between children and parents until something happens that can break the family relationship. but why think of other people's families, just think of your own family.

"Well, I'll help you with the sales and help make bread according to your wishes. But remember my daughter, I will always watch over you" I smiled at her.

"Thank you dad" she hugged me and I carried her with my left hand, I admit my daughter was quite heavy.

"Why is my daughter so heavy, maybe she ate too many biscuits made by dad" I teased making her face red with embarrassment. then she hit my chest

"dad is a meanie, I'm not fat, I'm growing now. huft" she scowled.

I pinched her nose because I was fond of her cuteness, we walked to the supermarket to buy additional ingredients for the cake. Even though I have enough money to buy it, I will spend a little. I consider it a small investment for my daughter, am I losing? No, am I gaining? In the long run for sure.

After I got home, I spent my time with my daughter from playing with playhouses to telling children's stories. Was I exhausted? Not at all. Because this is the happiness I've been looking for, spending time with the people we love.

The next day we made the bread that my daughter wanted. I asked her what kind of bread she wanted, I guessed it must be biscuits. surprised, surprised she asked for biscuits. I made flavored biscuits with chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, and blueberry variants. reducing the amount of sugar in my bread a little with the pure sweetness of the fruit.

I also asked for a variety of shapes, there was no way I could make round or square biscuits. she was at a loss for an answer so I recommended animals or plants. she chose animals because of their cuteness.

so I made cat head, lion head, butterfly, pig head, and penguin biscuits. i chose those animals because they were easy to design.

After designing and baking I made her some sweet buns for her to eat later because I'm sure she'll be overwhelmed when she sells them.

After that I told her to get ready. I went to prepare a basket for her to sell.

"The bread is done, let's get your biscuits ready" I shouted at her.

He came out of the room and ran to the kitchen to see her work.

"So cute dad, and they look delicious" she complimented me on what I had made.

I stroked her head and started arranging the biscuits in the basket then I covered it with a cloth. she carried the basket with enthusiasm to sell. I looked at my daughter like a red hood girl. I went to her and grabbed her hand before leaving for the park.

When we arrived at the park, we were swarmed by buyers, especially me, but my daughter didn't want to be with me and wanted to sell on her own, I was hesitant but I let her go and told her to stay away from me.

As she went to sell her snacks, I was approached by 2 police officers.

"Excuse me sir, I see a lot of people approaching you, could you ask for an elaboration?" The tall policeman asked me a question then his short colleague approached too.

"I only sell bread here sir, are you interested in buying my bread." I used this opportunity to offer my sales,

"Sure, we'll try what you're selling" He took two of my buns and they looked at me in amazement.

"Your bread is very good, if you open a bakery I guarantee you will be successful", "friend if you need additional funds come to our police station, we are sure our colleagues will be satisfied with your bread" they praised my bread, really being praised by officers is an achievement in itself, I continued chatting with the two officers.

Meanwhile

Rithya peddling her sales to children her age and their parents, many who praise the efforts made by rithya. A woman approached rithya

" girl, you're selling alone or there are who accompany you "

"I work together with my father, auntie"

"can you take me to your father"

" okay aunt, please follow me"

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I chatted and laughed with these two policemen, to be honest we shared many stories that were quite interesting even though most of the stories I was just a listener. they felt sorry for my condition and kept entertaining me with their jokes.

"dad, there's an aunt who wants to see dad" my daughter came and hugged my leg. i was surprised at her news. i saw a woman aged 30-40 approximately approaching me with a dissatisfied look on her face.

Why do I hear boss music?