One night I decided to spend some time building a happier and closer relationship with my daughter. For several weeks she had been 16 me to play chess(棋) with her, so I suggested a game and she eagerly 17 . It was a school night, however, and at nine o’clock my daughter asked if I could 18 my moves, because she 19 to go to bed; she had to get up at six in the morning. I 20 she had strict sleeping habits, 21 I thought she ought to be able to 22 some of this strictness. I said to her, “ 23 , you can stay up late for once. We’re having 24 .” We played on for another fifteen minutes, during which time she looked 25 . Finally she said, “Please, Daddy, do it quickly.” “No,” I replied. “If you’re going to play it 26 , you’re going to play it slowly.” And so we 27 for another ten minutes, until 28 my daughter burst into tears, and 29 that she was beaten.
Clearly I had made 30 . I had started the evening wanting to have a 31 time with my daughter but had 32 my desire to win to become more 33 than my relationship with my daughter. When I was a child, my desire to win 34 me well. As a parent, I 35 that it got in my way. So I had to change.