It was the usual cloudy day, the sound of the ocean waves, boat horns and the chatter of people around the harbor.

Raymond was on his boat, unloading the fish he had caught out in the ocean that day. He was lifting a crate of fish, when he felt someone run into his legs from behind, almost making him drop the crate.

“Now what in the-“ He started, turning around with a frustrated look, before his eyes laid upon his child fallen onto their behind, making his expression soften.

“Ah, it’s just you, Sweetheart…you’ve got to be careful, малышка.” Raymond chuckled and adjusted the weight of the crate to his right arm so he could help you up with his left.