Innocence

One night, the fisherman’s daughter woke up in the middle of the night. As she looked from her balcony, she saw the sparkling still lake behind their house. She ran and woke up her father.

Puzzled, he awoke, rubbing his eyes, looking at his tiny bundle of joy and stared at the clock, reading the time as half past one.

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