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>Get home from work
>see your Harpy daugtheru perched on the roof above your door
>"Papa!" she shouts, as she jumps off and tries to fly into your arms
>However because she was reaching for you instead of flapping she falls flat on her face
>"Are you alright?" you ask as you pull her up "You need to be careful, your wings aren't big enough to fly yet"
>Frustrated by your accusations, she quips "No! I can fly really!"
>She frantically flaps her wings and hovers just off the ground before running out of energy and landing square on her butt.
>Annoyed by her own failure she says "Just you wait, one day i'll fly all the time just like Mommy!"
>Amused by her claims you lift her up and take her inside.
>She is pretty dirty from playing in the mud and trees all day, so you tell her to take a bath
>After she gets mostly clean with water, you begin manually brushing and drying her wings, to remove any tough debris from the day.
>"If you take care of your wings, then maybe one day you will fly like mommy." you add as you finish drying her off.
>"Alright, I'll try" she says as you pull an oversized T-shirt over her head as pajamas, you cut holes into perfectly fit her wings.
>After cooking her a dinner of pasta and insects, you both snuggle up on the couch for some TV
>Her favourite kind of shows are ones with dog fighting planes
>Whenever a plane shoots down another, she mimics the flight motion with her wings and makes gun noises
>After tiring out from watching TV, she turns around on your lap and says "I love you Papa!"
>She embraces you with her wings, they reach just enough around you to qualify it as a hug
>Clearly tired from so much activity, she falls peacefully asleep in your arms
>Not wanting to ruin the situation, you also begin to slip out of conciousness on the couch, in perfect contentment.
>You wake up.
