“One day my little daughter told me, ‘Mom, every time Grandpa gives me a bath, he asks me to play a game. I have to close my eyes, and while they’re closed, he does something…’ I froze. The next day, I opened the bathroom door without warning… and what I saw made my legs start shakingr told me, ‘Mom, every time Grandpa gives me a bath, he asks me to play a game. I have to close my eyes, and while they’re closed, he does something…’ I froze. The next day, I opened the bathroom door without warning… and what I saw made my legs start shaking

this game isn’t new.”

“What do you mean?”

He smiled.

“You were afraid of having your hair washed too. When you were five, I played the same game with you.”

I froze.

Then suddenly, I remembered.

Closed eyes.

The sound of water.

My father’s voice:

“Guess what it is.”

I had simply forgotten.

That moment taught me something.

Sometimes fear can make even a beautiful memory look suspicious.

But I also understood something else.

I didn’t regret opening that door.

Because when it comes to a child’s safety, it is better to check one extra time than one time too few.

And the following Sunday, I sat outside the bathroom and listened as Emily shouted through laughter,

“It was the duck, Grandpa! I guessed it again!”

And this time, I smiled too.

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