#Chapter 64 – Field trip

Unsurprisingly, Laila loves the TV. She spends the first half of the movie staring at the screen in rapt awe while Anton and I kind of just…watch her. Then, when she breaks through her shock, Laila spends the second half of the film going through every feeling in her emotional rolodex, laughing hysterically and then sobbing real tears when the little fish is finally reunited with his father and they return home. “That was amazing,” she whispers, using the heels of her palms to wipe her cheeks as she turns to me with true joy shining in her face. “That was incredible. I’ll never forget it. Thank you so much for showing that to me.” “I mean, you can watch it again anytime you want,” I say with a hesitant smile, a little freaked out. Have Anton and I created a monster here? Or ruined her for all forms of entertainment in her world? “What?” she breathes, her eyes going as wide as the moons just visible over the line of the terrace. I laugh and explain the workings of the DVD pla