“Ahhh!”—a child’s cry suddenly rings out from somewhere above.
I tilt my head back and see a body falling.
“What the—” I have time to think, and then I skillfully catch the shrieking little daredevil.
Do I have a ski resort here, or a wood-climbing club?
“I fell!” the trembling girl blurts out through tears.
— “So I was in the first row. Not only did I see it, but I even took part,” I manage to say.
Damn. How do I calm her down?
“What were you doing in the tree?” I continue the questioning.
“I ran away from my mom,” the little one sobs.
Interesting logic…
“Okay. Where is your mother?” I ask.
Instead of answering, the girl puffs out her cheeks and crosses her arms.
“I won’t tell.”
Oops! And what am I supposed to do with you?
Deciding to take the little girl to the medical post, I couldn’t have imagined that her mother is the very one girl I loved. And I guess I’m the same father who “flew to space on a rocket many years ago.”