Then the little baby wakes up and starts crying. It’s like the whole family’s signal to start getting ready for some big event. The whole house is in action. I guess it is the mom who ducks out of the room and comes back. She is holding a piece of glass, almost the size of an egg, and it is suspended on a string. It looks like a broken-off shard from a chandelier. She holds the baby and gently swings the glass above the baby’s head. Between the television light, the sunlight, and the lights on in the house, the glass throws a thousand colors around us and the baby magically stops crying. I’ve got to admit, I feel something too.
Algorithmic Problem Solving for Father-Daughter Relationships
If (daughter comes to stay)
then (if (temperature = cold))
then (enjoy home cooking)
else (watch movies)
else (buy her consumer electronics)
Excerpt from Ploughshares