When I came back from my morning walk, F was still asleep. I did not wake her up as it was a Saturday morning and she should be allowed to sleep for a while longer. I read the papers instead and then I went to the toilet. While I was there, my mobile rang incessantly. When at last I came out of the toilet, I noticed that she had called three times. I returned her call and she asked me where was F. I told her that she was probably still sleeping. She hung up the phone. It was almost 11am when I went into the room to wake up F again. This time round she finally woke up. She washed her and I made her breakfast – egg, cheese and ham sandwich. After the breakfast, she was logged onto the computer to check her emails and recipe. Then she told me she wanted to make lunch for me and also to make some cookies. She needed an oven for that. We went to collect her Kumon class and homework as it was already late. Then we drove to Great World City to get our stuff. While in the car, she called F and asked if F wanted to go shopping with her at Centre Point. F declined. I bought a electric oven and then we went to Cold Storage to get the ingredients for lunch and the making of the cookies. I felt happy as F held my hands as she led me around the super market. I only realized then that even such a mundane task as shopping for ingredients can be filled with so much joy. My wife was gone as she had discarded me but my lovely daughter was around to care and to cook for me! I was elated beyond words and felt a sense of peace and pride. We got all our stuff and we went home. When we reached home my phone rang yet again. It was her again and I refused to take her call. I told F that I was resting and went to the bed room. I told F to wake me up when her lunch was ready. F woke me up for lunch. She made lasagne and it tasted wonderful although I am not exactly a fan of lasagne. Maybe because it was made out of love that it tasted so wonderful. After lunch, I did nothing but watched TV the whole day with F. After more than 2 hours of TV, F went to make the cookies. It was amazingly easy as I watched how she mixed the ingredients, knead them into cookie-like shape and put it in the oven for baking. As usual I helped her with the washing up. The cookies tasted very nice and crispy – a tinge too sweat but it got all the right texture and feel. While we were sampling the cookies, they came home – the two other kids, the maid and my wife. F had separately prepared a separate box of cookies for her to take away and they all tried the fantastic cookies made by F. I told them not to eat too many pieces as we still have dinner to take. They all went into my car and we went for dinner