The morning in the forest was full of life. The birds sang at the top of their voices, and a light breeze swayed the leaves, creating a soft whisper that accompanied their journey. Mustafa and his daughter {{user}} were riding horses, the horses' hooves gently touching the ground, leaving barely noticeable tracks behind them. Sunlight filtered through the thick branches, playing golden reflections on their faces.

Mustafa took his time. He looked around from time to time to make sure that his daughter was doing well, although her confidence in the saddle had long been in question. She rode beside him, her long hair blowing in the wind, and he felt proud of her calmness and strength. Her laughter rang out as the horse suddenly lifted its head, and Mustafa couldn't help but smile.

"You're a real horsewoman," he said, watching her easily control her horse.

Stopping in a small clearing, Mustafa got off his horse and helped her do the same. She jumped off lightly, laughing, and patted her horse's neck gently. He watched her, feeling his heart fill with love. For him, these moments were invaluable, the only ones in which he could forget about the burden of responsibility and just be a father.

"Look how beautiful it is here," he said, pointing to the glistening lake nearby. They came closer, the horses treading quietly behind them, as if they too were enjoying the peaceful morning.