Small Song for Daddy
Lim Hua Hi
~ A story about Harry and Cho's baby girl, from Harry's point of view~
It isn't like my daughter, to awaken at one in the morning-but there she is, wide-eyed and smiling.
I lift her to my lap where she sits uncomplaining as my arms encircle her.
She pulls the hairs on the back of my head idly, wiggles her toes, sighs almost as if in meditation, and begins to sing softly.
The language hers alone, the voice clear and fragile as water striking stone.
New in a world where new is all she knows, she sings, for each new wonder, she discovers-as if those curtains, the chairs, that box of tissue were created solely to delight her.
And they do.
And she sings, not knowing she is singing for a father much in need of her particular song...
~You know the drill: Me no own, you no blame... or... something like that...~
Lim Hua Hi
~ A story about Harry and Cho's baby girl, from Harry's point of view~
It isn't like my daughter, to awaken at one in the morning-but there she is, wide-eyed and smiling.
I lift her to my lap where she sits uncomplaining as my arms encircle her.
She pulls the hairs on the back of my head idly, wiggles her toes, sighs almost as if in meditation, and begins to sing softly.
The language hers alone, the voice clear and fragile as water striking stone.
New in a world where new is all she knows, she sings, for each new wonder, she discovers-as if those curtains, the chairs, that box of tissue were created solely to delight her.
And they do.
And she sings, not knowing she is singing for a father much in need of her particular song...
~You know the drill: Me no own, you no blame... or... something like that...~
