A man rides an electric scooter through Triangle Park in Dee Why. He wears a t-shirt and thongs and light, baggy boxers patterned with spots. They flap in the wind. His daughter, standing in front with hands between his on the handlebar, is a black-haired, skinny nine-year old in blue tracksuit pants and a red top. Her fringe is straight and her eyes are deep, and dark, and everywhere.