Geometry, a search of father and daughter

Sacred geometry: it has a peculiar sound, nice, mysterious. Enthusiastically I open the book only to realise that this is far beyond my comprehension. Mathematics and I are not exactly good friends. Yet it lingers ... And yes a few days later my father shows me with enthusiasm his new passion; you guessed it: Geometry.

What is it that attracts us so, at first glance, simple shapes, but have you tried drawing any? My father all of a sudden filled with passion, starts makes drawings, models in different materials. Fear strikes me inside. Why do I know these shapes but I am completely unable to reproduce them or even remember their names, it fascinates me.

Years pass, many times I have seen my father perform his magic with all different kinds of shapes. He makes them with sticks, slices of cake, from gingerbread to origami, he continues to play with it. His eyes sparkle every time he creates a form.
I remained behind, bedazzled...

Until one night these same shapes were dancing in front of my eyes and suddenly revealed their secrets...