She pulled up a wooden chair next to me and asked if she could read the story of “The Sad Cat”.
“Of course you can’”, I replied.
I locked my computer and turned my chair towards Anna. She dangled her legs off the chair as she read to me. She tells me about a sad cat. Sad because a rat had a car and a top hat, but the cat had nothing.
Everyone needs a top hat.
She makes her way through each page filled with three-letter words and large illustrations. Anna glances my direction every so often to make sure I’m listening.
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
I don’t take this moments for granted because I botched the last opportunity with my youngest daughter.
But tonight was different.
Because the cat got his top hat.