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His heart warmed as he watched his daughter, Dalgina, work diligently at covering the wood pieces with ash pictures. She was happy and it make him happy to see his child happy and to be doing something that helps make her happy. He had not taken much time from his duties before and it felt good to have taken this day from them to spend with Dalgina. The house was quiet with the fire popping and crackling as the flames merrily ate at the wood. The only other noise was the chunks of wood on the floor as Dalgina made her pictures on them.
A father can tell when their kids are getting tired and he could see it in Dalgina's eyes but he let her continue with her drawing. He did not want to disturb her and she would soon be out of surfaces to spread the ash over. As Dalgina climbed into his lap after she was done leaving patterns of ash on the bits of wood strewn about the floor. His hand helped steady her as she climbed up and settled down into his lap and dozed off. The quietness and stillness of the moment had his eyelids growing heavier as he wondered what had more ash on them, the pieces of wood or Dalgina.
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