My daughter danced today to the Baby Shark song — again.

She doesn’t know what stress is. She just smiles, laughs, hugs her little shark toy. And for a few seconds, everything feels okay.

My wife watched her with tired but happy eyes. And I thought: these moments are free, but they’re priceless.

Today was quiet.

I woke up early, made some tea, and held my little boy while my wife tried to rest a bit longer. Our daughter woke up later — smiling, messy hair, holding her toy shark again.

We didn’t go anywhere special. Just stayed home.

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