This is more like a diary to myself. Today is the day my three-year-old had his first outdoor ride on his tiny bike, pedaling beside the shimmering waters. Childlike laughter ringing out, mingling with the distant city’s hum. Sunlight danced on gentle waves and sparkling eyes discovering the joy and thrill of cycling. Despite the thick humidity clinging our skin, every discomfort melted away in that radiant moment. We’d stroll hand in hand beforehand, their little fingers wrapped in mine with boundless trust. Each wobble and triumphant balance attested to their courage blooming. May their road unfurl as beautifully limitless as the waters at our feet. May be, this’ll come back to me as a nostalgic memory later when he asks the key for my car.
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years will fly and before you know what is happening he will loom large in front of you and ask for the key.