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Late one night, I don't remember at what ridiculous hour, tossing and turning not in my bed and not in my time zone I was a silent witness of conversation spoken with hushed voices and sudden bursts of laughter. I was excited even though I knew how many random nights were spent that way. They still sat at the kitchen table drinking the leftover wine as I heard glasses clanging and cheers exchanging, the place was probably a mess too, I don't recall anyone clearing out anything before or after dinner. I positioned myself on the back, closed my eyes and turned to the voices for comfort.

She was laughing the hardest, that way you can let yourself be merry knowing there are others sleeping next to you trying to fight jet lag. It went kind of like that: 'I was totally in love with this place, like five days waiting for my ballerinas to be the centre of attention. Whenever things got tough, going wild got the best of me. And our dads were totally capable of being there but managed to stay out of sight.' she said.
 'Until you needed someone to help you with the obvious...'
'Like what?' a slight change in tone but still so much encouragement to talk silly.
'Like lift your leg up so you could climb the branch, not even the strongest one but the one you totally thought you could conquer...' he was unstoppable.
'Was it really like that?' timid question emerging after a silent sip of wine, 'But I ran faster.' she was finally satisfied.
'I think I can laugh now but back then I thought you guys were trying to eliminate me any kind of way. It was early in my toddlerhood but I didn't really feel like toddler at all.' I knew this little talk will be long remembered. 'I was aware I could gain nothing but a push or shove. You overindulged in the power of your motor skills development... but I was always the cutest one.' it must have been accompanied by a cheeky smile and a raise of glass. She giggled and confirmed with a nod, or so I thought. Then she continued.
'It was officially our park, right? Dad kept saying he bought it for us and let it out outside bank holidays. It truly felt like that at times, don't you think? Fitted seemingly into our urban lifestyle, x-box sessions and feeding electronic pets.'
'I had to teach you playing badminton there, it's crazy to think you couldn't hit the shuttlecock twice in a row! It was flying in a straight line and yet a blind would jump at a chance. I guess your hair was always in the way.'
'And all of us ditching our t-shirts. Adventure surely needs sacrifice. And even tan lines.'
'Remember how hungry we were after a whole day with nothing but a stretch of cut grass? I'd eat a ripen banana if offered.'
'One time while playing hide-and-seek you were nowhere to find. We had to wake dad up otherwise we'd never find you. And it was good for his tan too, sleeping in the full sun for hours.'
'Remember, your perfect day - any day - consisted of the same shade of peach?'

... and so on. I wish I'm a part of such conversation one day. Looking forward to it every waking moment.

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