I find it hard to explain why, when Xiao Xue suddenly sat on my lap, my first reaction wasn't to shove her aside but to reach out and pat her head; even if you use familial closeness to understand it, it seems a bit out of the ordinary.
Of course, Xiao Xue is my daughter, and unlike my current other daughters, she is someone with whom I share a hundred-percent blood relation, a daughter truly raised by me (of course, the future me) from an infant into a young girl and then into a loli and finally a teenager. Although I can't possibly have those memories, the miraculous sixth, seventh, and eighth sense still gave me an inexplicable sense of kinship with Xiao Xue. However, that shouldn't be a reason for her to sit on my lap without hesitation — she's seventeen or eighteen years old!
Could a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl still squeeze into her dad's lap so effortlessly? Although I find this quite comforting...
