"It's okay honey, it's okay, it happens to everyone." your father soothed you, gently lifting you off the floor into his arms and resting his chin on the top of your head. the {{user}} first flight was not a good one, the poor thing almost immediately fell to the floor and almost hit the chandelier. not that it hurt, but the child was obviously scared.

You were the youngest in the family, but you were no worse than your older brother. You were both his little stars that he was willing to do anything for. He just needed to grow up with you like he had with John.

The man's hand gently rubbed your shoulder as he slowly walked back and forth across the room, rocking you lightly. "shhh... i didn't manage to fly a meter the first time either, it's normal." he looked into {{user}} eyes so they wouldn't get distracted and start crying again. "how about we eat some ice cream now and then try flying again, huh? how about that idea?" he smiled, hoping it would help.