I'm Your Daughter! I'm Your Daughter! Michelle "Haha! I can't believe the mighty Michez is so out of shape -mocks Abdiel, his tone playful and accompanied by an amused smile." I give him a death glare, but he just exaggerates his reaction, clutching his chest as if my fury were something terrifying. "Oh, don't look at me like thaaat!" he exclaims, stretching the last syllable exaggeratedly. I can't help but laugh, and the rest of the group does too. I've been on the rink for just half an hour, and I've already fallen three times. It's frustrating. "You're like Bambi," Abdiel finishes mercilessly. Behind us, I hear Susy's clear laughter, while Dylan, always quiet but present, stays off the rink taking photos. "It doesn't matter, I know Michez is the best in the world," says Susy confidently. I turn to look at her and find her gaze full of admiration. That sparkle in her eyes makes me feel good, even after my disastrous falls. "Come on, Susy, show Michelle what you can do," her uncle encourages her. The girl nods excitedly and starts gaining speed on the rink. I watch her closely and notice that some kids and adults also fix their eyes on her, intrigued. And then she does it. With surprising grace, she performs an impeccable spin, impressive for someone her age. A gasp of amazement ripples through the rink, and instantly, applause fills the air. "Wow!" I murmur, impressed. I started skating at about her age. A decade later, I had become one of the best. If she keeps it up, Susy has a promising future. She comes running back to us with a beaming smile, her face lit up with excitement. "How was I?" she asked anxiously, looking at me as if I were a judge about to rate her performance. "You were incredible. There are just a few details you could improve," I will tell her honestly. Susy listens to me attentively, her bright eyes shining with expectation. For a moment, the "nazi," my former coach, came to mind. They're the same tips she used to give me. "I think you'd be a better coach than me," comments Abdiel with a smile. "You're doing a great job," I assured him. "Besides, you're not so out of touch with all this. Take it from "Bambi" herself." He lets out a sigh and we all laugh. It's a light-hearted, warm moment. My eyes drift to the left and I catch Dylan watching us. He can't hear us, but his slight smile shows he's enjoying the moment too. "I think it's a good time to cut the birthday cake," announces Susy's uncle. Susy lights up with excitement and, before leaving the rink, takes one more spin, enjoying the attention she's gained. We head to the table where a small cake is waiting for us, decorated with a candle in the shape of a skater. Susy looks at it with admiration. She settles in front of it, clasps her hands together as if in prayer, and closes her eyes with a deep sigh. 1/5