My 5-year-old daughter said to me, “Mom, when it’s time for sleep at Grandpa’s house, she calls me to her room, asks me to close my eyes and we play a secret game. But he told me I couldn’t tell you.” I was paralyzed. The next day, I sneaked into my father's bedroom and what I discovered caused my legs to shake.

“Yes,” my father replied. Because he loves to guess. And every time it goes, we laugh together.

“And why did you tell him that if he looked, he would ruin everything?”

“Because I would spoil the surprise.

I remained silent for a long time.

But why did you ask him not to tell me?

My father lowered his head.

That was my mistake. We wanted the album to be a surprise. But I should never have asked a girl to keep her mother's secrets, especially about a game we played before bed. I'm sorry.

I took his hand.

“Dad, I was terrified.

I know, honey. And you had every right to worry. From now on there will be no more secret games that you do not know.

Just then the doorbell rang.

Daniel had arrived with Emily.

My little girl ran in.

But when he saw the album in my hands, he stopped.