A Trip to the Moon
“Dad! Dad!” screamed Astrid, coming in the front door, waving a letter in her hand. “They choose me! I am going to the moon!”
“Are you serious?” asked Astrid’s father. “I am so proud of you.”
“This is my dream come true,” said Astrid. “Ever since I was little, I dreamed of this day. You do know that I owe this all to you.”
“Come now,” said Father. “All I did was buy you that telescope for your birthday.”
“You did way for more for me than that,” said Astrid. “You introduced me to astronomy. You never once told me my dreams were stupid. You encouraged me every step of the way.”
“I just wanted you to have everything in life you could ever have wanted,” said Father.
“You definitely made that happen,” said Astrid.
“So, tell me more about your trip to the moon,” said Father. “When are you leaving? When will you be back? What will you be doing there?”
“I have extensive training to do first,” said Astrid. “I will be starting that next week.”
“Let’s celebrate!” cried Father.
Father took Astrid out for dinner to a very fancy restaurant. In the middle of dinner, he stood in the middle of the busy restaurant and informed every one of how proud he was of his daughter, Astrid the Astronaut.
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