Me, My daughter and the Moon.

“I wish we could sleep the whole day long,” my daughter says near my ears. I gaze in her eyes about to rebuke her for turning into a lazy fox wanting to sleep the whole day long. But before I can open my mouth, she points towards the full moon peeping through the partly open curtains. “…so that we can watch the beautiful moon throughout the night,” she says dreamily.
I gaze in her eyes for yet another time. But the second time I look at her, it’s with unbelievable surprise. Never knew she had the fascination for moon, just like her mom. “Mama, I just love the full moon and the twinkling stars,” she says as if reaffirming what my heart is feeling.
Never knew a daughter could inherit a mother’s love for objects too. I got up, discarding the tiny emerging sleepiness in my eyes. I opened the curtain a wee bit more and we sat silently staring at the moon.
I looked at my daughter and saw her lost in the moon. I wondered what she could be thinking of; looking at the moon like that. I took her tiny hands in mine and wanted to tell her about all the times I have had secret rendezvous with the moon. The moon had been my close confidant when the complexity of a teenager’s life riddled me. But I skipped that for it’s too early to have her on that plane.
So the mother and daughter duo looked at the moon and I wondered, could there be a father son duo somewhere on the face of the planet Earth sharing such close moments like me and my daughter?