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«I want to be little again,» said the eight-year-old daughter dreamily. «Then daddy would be young again…» (The poor thing is always sad, grieving, seeing my gray hair).

«But… No, I don’t want to go back to childhood. In that case, there won’t be Sherik. And there won’t be Betty too.

Although she is little, she understands with her childish mind that, having become a few years older, she has not only lost something, but also acquired a lot. For example, a brother and sister.

If she were return to the past, she will have to sacrifice her last acquisitions…