There’s a really short person walking around in my house, dirty up everything, cracking things and doing all the weirdest things you can imagine.
Sometimes she wakes me up in the early morning jumping directly on my spine.
“Who are you?”
“I’m your daughter”
“Mater semper certa est, pater numquam“
Yesterday she told me she wants to be a vet, then told me she wants to work with animals. I thought she wants to be a Chinese chef, so I bought her a traditional handmade steel wok.
In the end, she told me she wants to be YouTuber.
I’m pretending to be the serious man a dad should be.
“Youtuber? Not easy at all”
“You have to study a lot”
“No, dad. I have only to take videos. Soooo easy”
“Oh no. You should study acting, directing, marketing, storytelling… a lot of things”
“What does it mean?”
“You have to study what to say, when and how to say it. You must act”
“Like actors do?”
“Like actors do”
She stare at her feet, seriously thinking about something
“Well… Should I study?”
“Oh yeah. There’s plenty of school for that”
“So… school… How much should I study?”
“Ok. I want to be an ice cream man”