I was walking home after work and took a shortcut through the plaza, where I saw a couple of my kids’ friends in the playground, on the seesaw.
Then I spotted my nine-year-old daughter, who said, “Hey, Dad.”
“Hey,” I said.
We spoke for a few minutes, and she asked if she could have a drink from my water bottle.
I told her to keep it, but she said she didn’t want to because they were running around playing, her and her two friends, and her brother, who is 12.
I said, “Ok, see you at home.”
I walked home, leaving them to it, no parental guidance, just like I grew up.