I Want To Hold Your Hand (The Beatles)

1998...

15 September

5.37p.m.

No one is perfect, that is why understanding is so important.

I walk with Alexis, the walk was quiet all along with one of her hand holding onto mine while the other is preoccupied with her ice-cream cone.

She eats slowly, before she manage to finish half of the ice-cream, it starts melting.

Make sure not to stain your dress Alexis. I said, knowing fully well that her mom won't be happy if she did.

Just after I finish my sentence, Alexis throws the whole ice-cream onto the pavement with such force.

I'm stun. 

Home. Thats all Alexis says after the incident.

OK, we'll go home now. I hold Alexis's hand and lead her back home.

Alexis, why did you do that? I said, puzzeled by her actions.

She looks at me with her pair of emarald eyes, glassed with the thinnest layer of tears. She looks hurt.

Nevermind then, let's go home.

This ain't a good time to talk to her about this. Call it parental intuition or a bond between father and child but I can sense that Alexis's actions ment something, and that something is a delicate matter to her.

I'll get you more ice-cream when we reach home, that's if mommy is still in the bath, so we better hurry along. And we'll keep it a secret from her. 

Alexis's face lit up once again. If there are two things Alexis favours most, it must be ice-cream and secrets.

That's one of the reasons why I often share little secrets with her, always between the two of us only.