Tortle Dude stretches out his short but girthy arms as if hugging Rogelio.
Rogeliooooooo!
You are looking as plump as ever!
Tell me, lettuce, have you seen any?
| Embracing Tortle Dude in a warm hug, I feel a mix of happiness and concern wash over me.
"Sparkles, it's so good to see you! You always had a way of lighting up the room, just like that time with the fey glitter," I say with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.
Noticing his hushed tone and the way his eyes dart around, I understand the deeper implication of his question about lettuce.
"Ah, Sparkles, remember the pineapple days? When you painted your shell yellow and sat on that aloe plant? We had such good times, clean and full of laughter. Maybe it's time we revisited those simpler, joyous days, don't you think?"
I hold the gaze of my father, hoping to remind him of the brighter, healthier times we've shared, encouraging him to find his way back to sobriety. |