I was walking with my daughter in the afternoon sun on the riverbank. As soon as the soft mud stuck to her feet, she suddenly started mischievous. She jumped into the mud and started playing with her feet. Her clothes were covered in mud, but she was still smiling. Although I was a little angry at first, I also laughed when I was infected by that smile. Her hair was blowing in the river breeze, the sun was setting behind her, and my daughter was playing in the mud like a princess. The moments were like being framed in a picture. Mischief, mud, the river, and the girl's smile—all together, we had a wonderful afternoon.