“Ha! I got Park Lane!” Vera beamed, slamming the little card onto the board like she’d just conquered an empire. Her curly hair bounced with the force of her victory, and she wore the proudest little smirk I’d ever seen on a five-year-old.
Aleksandr chuckled softly beside her, placing his cards down and pretending to look devastated. “No! Not Park Lane… my last chance at survival.”
Vera giggled, snatching more Monopoly money from the bank with a greed that would’ve made any real estate mogul jealous. “You’re going bankrupt, Papa. You should just quit now.”
I laughed, my chest lifting with a lightness I hadn’t felt in what felt like years. “Careful, Aleksandr. She’s ruthless.”
“Oh, I know,” he said, leaning back with a quiet smile. “She learned from the best.”
Vera puffed her chest proudly. “I did!”