My g-baby, Janaya, chose a different book today. It was however, the wrong book. I say wrong book, because she chose her Dad's unfinished book he decided to write about himself and her. I tried to direct her towards my books, but she wasn't having it. I have only myself to blame, after all, it was I and I alone who showed her the work in progress.
Tomorrow is another day, hopefully she will forget her father's unfinished book and choose one of mine.
Am I just wishfully (Is that even a word?) thinking?
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