Damon Hawke didn't dampen Bea's mood, reached out to high-five him, then opened the laptop he brought, ready to continue his unfinished work.
Bea blinked his big eyes, obediently sat next to him and watched.
The computer screen was filled with dense files.
Damon handled them at a steady pace.
Bea widened his eyes, staring intently, full of amazement.
Dad is really amazing.
He had never been exposed to this knowledge, it was like reading a heavenly book.
"Do you remember the program I taught you to play last time? Try running through it again."
Damon saw Bea staring at the computer without blinking, assuming he was interested.
After all, he often and inadvertently taught Dominic Hawke programming.
The little guy was also pretty smart, learning quickly every time.
Bea looked at the computer pushed in front of him, swallowed nervously.
Oh no!
Dad thought she was her brother!
What to do!
"What's wrong? Forgot?"
