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I stared at her.
"...but if Papa helps... it might be faster."
It wasn’t a complaint.
More like a scientific observation.
I gave a short reply.
"Maybe."
Yuna nodded.
As if we had just agreed upon a fact.
She took a small towel from the shelf.
---
Then, she started wiping her face.
Her movents were still a bit awkward.
A few strands of wet hair stuck to her cheeks.
After that, she stood still for a few seconds.
It seed she was thinking again.
Usually, that ant sothing was coming.
Sure enough.
---
"...Papa."
"Hm."
She looked at with a very serious expression.
"...the back of my hair..."
She twisted her body a little.
"...I can’t see it."
"That is because it’s in the back."
She nodded.
"...so if there’s still shampoo left... I wouldn’t know."
"I already told you it’s clean."
"Right."
She thought for a mont.
"...but I can’t dry it either."
She tried to rub the back of her head with the towel.
Her movents were ineffective.
Most of her hair remained wet.
She tried again.
Sa result.
Then she stopped.
She turned to .
"...Papa."
"Hm."
"...could you help dry it a little?"
The request sounded very cautious.
As if she was trying to make sure she didn’t break so unwritten rule.
---
I walked closer.
I took the towel from her hands.
"Sit."
Yuna imdiately sat down on the small bathroom stool.
Her back was facing .
Her hair was long for a third-grader.
And very wet.
I started drying it with the towel.
The motion was simple.
Pressing gently so the water would be absorbed.
Yuna was quiet.
Very quiet.
---
A few seconds later, she said softly.
"...feels nice."
I didn’t answer.
She continued.
"...it’s like this on TV too."
"TV again."
"Yes."
She let out a small giggle.
Then she spoke again.
"...Papa."
"Hm."
"...can I ask for one more thing?"
I paused for a mont.
"What?"
She turned her head slightly.
Her eyes looked hesitant.
"...wash my hair for ."
I stared at her.
She quickly explained.
"Not now."
"Next ti."
She twisted the edge of the small towel in her hands.
"...my friend said it feels nice."
I said flatly.
"You just washed your hair."
"I know."
"...but that was an experint."
That statent sounded perfectly logical to her.
I let out a small sigh.
Yuna waited for my answer with absolute seriousness.
Finally, I said,
"...maybe."
Her eyes imdiately sparkled a little.
"Really?"
"If necessary."
She gave a small smile.
A smile that she clearly didn’t learn from television.
Once her hair was dry enough, I stood up.
"Done."
Yuna touched her hair.
"...it’s lighter."
"That is because it isn’t wet."
She nodded in satisfaction.
Then she stood up from the small stool.
Before leaving the bathroom, she stopped at the door.
She turned to .
"...Papa."
"Hm."
"...bathing together isn’t weird after all."
I raised an eyebrow slightly.
She explained innocently.
"Because Papa only watched."
I said flatly.
"That was not bathing together."
Yuna thought for a mont.
Then nodded.
"...a trial version."
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She then walked out of the bathroom with the large towel wrapped securely around her body.
Her hair was still a bit ssy.
But her steps were light.
Like soone who had just successfully completed a task that previously felt daunting.
Her voice called out from the living room again.
"...Papa!"
"Hm?"
"...tomorrow I’ll try washing my hair by myself again!"
I replied briefly from the bathroom.
"Use less shampoo."
A few seconds of silence.
Then a small voice echoed from the living room.
"...just a half-experint?"
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