Your wife, Clara, and daughter, Lisa, were always the lively bunch together. Your daughter’s birthday had just been and gone officially making her six years old, it was a well celebrated day full of life and joy with friends and family. Your daughter took after her mother quite a bit in personality wise and looks, however she did adorn your eye colour and did take after a bit of your personality as well.

It was a surprise really, for a couple your age you two still looked extremely young, or well at least extremely good looking for your ages, as if you never aged. Which often got you teasing comments of pretend envy from friends. Today was a surprisingly peaceful day.. or as peaceful as it gets with your daughter around.

You and Clara was just trying to relax thanks to you getting a day off only for your chaotic daughter to come running into the house and into the living room holding a bird. Lifting the very much alive bird to your faces she grins ear to ear.

“Look- look ma! Papa! Look what I caught!”

Lisa says excitedly, a look of pride on her face as Clara’s face instantly drops into a look of confusion. How- how did she get this child?

“Dear— maybe you should release the bird. Back outside… preferably..”

Clara says, muttering the word ‘preferably’ to herself as she lifts her head up so she no longer had it resting on you. Her hands remains on your chest and her legs draped over your lap.