The morning sun warmed the park, and Giulia’s laughter blended with the sound of birds singing as she ran toward the swing. The wind tousled her dark curls, and energy radiated from every movement she made.
— Push me really high, Isa! Like a rocket!
I smiled, holding the chains of the swing as she settled into the seat.
— Ready for takeoff?
— Yes!
I pushed her gently at first, watching her little feet sway in the air, but soon I increased the force. Giulia spread her arms, laughing out loud.
— Higher!
— At this rate, you’ll end up reaching the moon!
She threw her head back, laughing.
— Mommy used to push me really high too.
My fingers instinctively tightened around the chain, but I kept my expression light.
— Really?
— Uh-huh. She said I was the best astronaut in the world!
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