Bed time story

Story telling is not much a toil for me, when that comes from my daughters that is. What is so hard about reading story on children magazine? That is different when I got to that “blindly”, without books and telling about things that I have no good memory of.

Coming home late from a gym for the first time in a year last night, my eldest daughter bombarded me with “Please, tell us story, daddy” classic line once I step in my bedroom. Without any pause I okayed the request and asked for the magazine although my muscles felt so tensed from the rigorous-first-time-iron pumping. To my surprise she said no to that and instead asked me to tell her story about UNICORN! Can you imagine? Telling story about unicorn while the only fact about unicorn is that the animal has one horn!

In that point of time I realize why Dubya just keep silent for 30 seconds and go on reading story to school children once he was told abot 9/11 mayhem. Story telling is activities that requires extra effort, even national securities need to be put aside…

But once we got on with story telling activity I could see that my daughters (her little sister, one the twins joining in) did not mind me bursting anything from my head, including that of my childhood memory of fairies, dwarves, and hidden treasures. Their eyes grew bigger in interests. Story was done, clients drifted to dreamland, the father exhausted, time to give the queen a massage…. Uweeeekk…!