A Daughter's Pride
For the past 2 days Meg had been watching me struggle with a particularly fiendish Sudoku puzzle.
I have to admit with a certain overbearing smugness that I’m usually pretty good with these things. In fact I’ve even taken to completing them without making any notes in the margins.
But this one was defeating me.
Each time Meg saw me staring intently into the Sudoku book, chewing the top of my pen, she kept asking if I’d solved it yet.
With visions of a heartbroken daughter discovering her father is fallible after all, I humbled myself enough to start making notes in pencil, but even then it was slow progress.
Finally, just after breakfast this morning I scribbled in the final number and, with a light skip in my step, I disappeared to clean my teeth.
When I later reopened my puzzle book I found Meg had left a note for me (see photo below). It looks like the demolition of a daughter’s pride in her father has been given a stay of execution.
I have to admit with a certain overbearing smugness that I’m usually pretty good with these things. In fact I’ve even taken to completing them without making any notes in the margins.
But this one was defeating me.
Each time Meg saw me staring intently into the Sudoku book, chewing the top of my pen, she kept asking if I’d solved it yet.
With visions of a heartbroken daughter discovering her father is fallible after all, I humbled myself enough to start making notes in pencil, but even then it was slow progress.
Finally, just after breakfast this morning I scribbled in the final number and, with a light skip in my step, I disappeared to clean my teeth.
When I later reopened my puzzle book I found Meg had left a note for me (see photo below). It looks like the demolition of a daughter’s pride in her father has been given a stay of execution.
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