She was well-aware of Melon’s energetic sleep routine.

But Rodney simply shrugged it off.

“Let him. A little company wouldn’t hurt.”

Seeing the bond, Ariana just nodded. With a happy Melon in tow, Rodney headed upstairs.

Up in the vast bedroom on the third floor, Melon, wearing his pajamas, snuggled in a cozy chair. Rodney, next to him, tried reading from a storybook, but the print gave his eyes trouble.

about

with hilarious voices for each character. He got on his feet for

memories of his own son Amiri when he was

his heart resurfaced; a pain he never

and sleep took over, Rodney made sure he was tucked in tight. He then moved to the neighboring sitting room, looking through dusty photo albums. Flipping through, he found a picture of his son, so young, so alive. Tears welled up

showed a Little

sweater for Rodney. Catching the wetness

just like

Judy nodded, a shiver running down her

guess there’s something universal

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