The sun was low, but the sky was still bright at the golf course. Dad parked the car and lifted his daughter into the golf cart.
“Vroom vroom,” she said, smiling as the cart hummed along the path. She even sat on his lap, tiny hands gripping the steering wheel while Dad kept them on course. The wind whooshed past her face.
They stopped at the first hole. Dad set up to swing, but his daughter was already skipping away. “Quack quack!” A small group of ducks waddled toward the pond, and she chased after them, giggling.