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I stood near the bathroom door.
Yuna stood under the showerhead.
She was still wearing a towel, wrapped in a... rather precarious way.
She stared at the shower controls with a serious expression.
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"...Papa."
"Hm."
"This one?"
She pointed at the water lever.
"Yes."
She turned the lever slowly.
Water poured out instantly.
"Ah—!"
Yuna took a step back.
The water hit the floor.
"...Startled."
"That’s water."
"I know..."
She tried again.
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This ti, she put her hand under the stream first.
"...It’s warm."
She looked a little relieved.
Then, she stepped under the shower.
The water hit her hair.
Her long hair imdiately fell straight down, covering her face.
She blinked a few tis.
"...Weird."
"What’s weird?"
"There’s a lot of water."
"That’s the point."
She lifted her face a little so her hair wouldn’t cover her eyes.
Water dripped from the ends of her hair.
Then, she reached for the shampoo bottle.
She read the label with utmost seriousness.
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"...Use a little."
"Correct."
She squeezed out the shampoo.
Too much.
The white liquid almost filled her entire palm.
She stared at her hand.
"...A little."
I spoke flatly.
"That’s a lot."
Yuna panicked slightly for a mont.
"...What now?"
"Just use it."
She gave a quick nod.
Then she pressed the shampoo into her hair.
A few seconds later...
Suds began to form.
And kept multiplying.
There was so much of it.
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Yuna stopped moving.
"...Papa."
"Hm."
"...This is too much."
"Yes."
The suds were already covering almost half of her head.
She tried to scrub her hair like she had seen on television.
Her movents were extrely cautious.
"...Does it sting?"
"Not yet."
"Good."
She scrubbed so more.
Then she suddenly stopped.
Her eyes squeezed shut.
"...Papa."
"Hm."
"...I think it got in my eye."
I said simply.
"Rinse."
She imdiately ducked under the water.
The water flowed over her hair.
The suds started to wash away.
But there was still a lot left.
She blinked a few tis.
"...It stings a little."
"That’s normal."
She nodded slowly.
Then she went back to rinsing her hair.
About thirty seconds later...
She turned to look at .
Her hair was sticking to her cheeks.
"...Papa."
"Hm."
"...Is there still any left?"
I inspected her hair.
There were still suds.
"Still so left."
She let out a small sigh.
"...Washing hair is hard."
"You used too much shampoo."
"Important data."
I stared at her.
She gave a faint smile.
Probably mimicking the way I speak.
She went back to rinsing her hair.
This ti, she took longer.
The water kept flowing.
The suds finally washed away almost entirely.
She turned to again.
"...Now?"
I looked more closely.
"All clear."
She imdiately looked relieved.
"...Success."
"Yes."
She turned off the shower.
The water stopped.
Yuna stood still for a few seconds.
Wet hair clung to her face.
Then she gave a faint smile.
A very satisfied smile.
"...Papa."
"Hm."
"...I can wash my hair by myself."
"Yes."
She looked very proud.
Then she added in a small voice.
"...But if Papa helps... it might be faster."
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