Golda’s Sunny Rocket Game

Golda sits at the table and flips through a magazine. The sun shines warm on the floor. Her phone goes ding, ding. “Play time!” Dad calls from the door. Golda takes her cards to the sofa. With Dad, she makes a narrow road between the sofa pillows. “This is the spaceship path,” Golda says. She folds the magazine into a rocket. Dad counts, “One, two, three!” Golda slides the rocket along the narrow path. It zooms to the end and bumps the door gently. Golda claps. “My rocket made it!” Dad laughs. They play again and again, while the sun slowly gets softer.