The time was right. Irini insistent on eating by herself. Any attempts to help by mom or dad were met by assertive "no, no, no, no, no" until both mother and father got the message and allowed her some freedom to develop her dinner eating skills. So what if the fork was four inches longer than the width of her mouth? Rice was smeared and scattered all over the left side of her face and hair. Details. She ate happily. In the end, daddy asked for her to smile, and mommy whispered it in her ear. She lifted her head, looked over: "cheese". In the background, the sun quietly went on it's way, heading westward to share it's warmth to our families and friends.
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