Abstaining from tending to the task of composing and maintaining my blog, notwithstanding the wealth of enthralling anecdotes from my voyages spanning Bhutan to Thailand, was my chosen course. However, on that particular April 1st, I found myself unable to resist disseminating some exhilarating tidings to my kin through a voice exchange on WeChat. Amidst casual dialogues with my spouse, son, and daughter, it was my daughter's elated proclamation that stood out—she had secured the highest marks among her peers in all subjects of her monthly test at Kuenselphodrang Primary School, Thimphu. Her diligence had earned her maternal commendation, yet a minor discord surfaced when her younger sibling appropriated a portion of the reward.
A surge of pride for my daughter's feat and concern for her educational trajectory swelled within me, prompting me to beseech her and my spouse for a glimpse of her test scores. My admiration grew upon perceiving her remarkable achievement in Mathematics, where she garnered 9.75 out of 10. The impulse to share this felicitous news with close companions proved irresistible.
Nonetheless, my endeavor to procure the scores of her other subjects met with my daughter's rationale that she lacked the papers. Curiously, she possessed knowledge of her marks, later revealing that she had glimpsed them on her teacher's desk. My persistence was redirected by my wife, who instructed me to direct my queries to our daughter.
After days of mounting anticipation, I finally addressed my daughter during our voice exchange, a hint of sternness tingeing my tone. Witty intervention came from my wife, who jestingly asserted her ignorance and advised me to approach our daughter. And then, the astonishing truth was unveiled: "Apa Nga Gi Choe April fool Zoyiba"—Dad, I orchestrated an April Fool's joke on you! For six days, she had masterfully deceived me, masquerading as the top scorer. A smile of appreciation surfaced, testament to her ingenuity and sagacity.
I find myself profoundly fortunate to be the parent of such an imaginative and ingenious daughter who bridged the divide between us through this indelible April Fool's Day escapade. I record this chronicle, nurturing the aspiration that someday she will peruse these lines, reminiscing about this delightful and heartwarming interlude we shared.
