As I opened the door, Ashley's laughter rang through the air, filling the room with warmth. I stepped inside and found her playing with my father. The sight before me was both amusing and heartwarming—a 60-year-old man sitting on the floor, his hair decorated with colorful Barbie clips, speaking in a playful baby voice as he entertained my daughter.
I stood there for a moment, letting the scene etch itself into my memory.
"Mama!" Ashley's eyes lit up the moment she spotted me. She quickly put her doll down and rushed into my arms.
"How have you been, sweetheart?" I asked, pulling her close and kissing her temple.
"Mama, Grandpa and I were playing house-house! Look how beautiful I made Grandpa!" she exclaimed excitedly, pointing at his decorated hair with a proud smile.
"Aww, our Ashley is just a great hairstylist!" I exclaimed, laughing as I admired my father's new look.
