One day, a little girl couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer. She approached her mother with a secret. “Mummy, when you were away at work, a strange lady came around,” she whispered. But her mother, preoccupied with something else, dismissed her for the time being. “Not now,” her mother replied. “Wait until Daddy gets home.”
Eagerly waiting for her father’s arrival, the little girl kept the secret locked inside, growing more impatient by the minute. Finally, Daddy came home, and her mother seized the opportunity to dig deeper into the matter. “Now, dear,” her mother said, her voice filled with anticipation, “what were you saying about Daddy and the strange lady?”
Daddy began to speak, but before he could utter a word, her mother interrupted. “You keep quiet – I’ll be talking to my attorney in the morning. Carry on, dear,” she instructed, as if preparing for a courtroom battle.
With a mischievous smile, the little girl started to narrate her astonishing tale. “Well,” she began, “Daddy told me to stay downstairs while they went upstairs, but I couldn’t resist following them, making sure Daddy didn’t notice me. And guess what I saw when I peeked through the keyhole?”
Her mother, intrigued yet trying to maintain composure, replied in a sweet tone, “What could you see through the keyhole, my clever girl?”
Excitement filled the little girl’s eyes as she continued her tale. “I saw them hugging and kissing,” she revealed, “and then they started to take each other’s clothes off. They carried on until they had nothing on, and then the lady got on the bed, and Daddy got on top of her.”
Her mother listened attentively, waiting for the rest of the story. “Yes?” she urged. “And then what happened?”
With an air of confidence, the little girl exclaimed, “Then they did what you and Uncle Jack did when Daddy was in Vancouver last year!”
As the words hung in the air, the room fell silent. The little girl’s innocent observation had opened a door to a hidden truth.
