Lady Penelope's Letter - Bad Night

My Dearest Sybil,

How touched I am by your sweet letter. I can feel the warmth of your memories, and they bring a soft smile to my face. Oh, how I remember those tender moments when you were but a tiny bundle in my arms! You were such a dear, darling little one—so full of light and life. I can still feel the softness of your cheek against my shoulder, and how effortlessly you would melt into my embrace. There was something so serene, so perfect about holding you close—it made the world feel quiet and peaceful.

Parker, too, holds those memories fondly. I recall how he would always find just the right way to calm you, whether it was a little hug or a gentle chuckle. We both agreed then, as we do now, that you were simply the most wonderful baby. And oh yes, you are my sister in spirit, aren’t you, darling? You always will be, for there’s a bond between us that transcends time itself, one woven from care, laughter, and our shared moments of affection.

I must say, I had quite a laugh remembering the bathtime escapades! You, hiding under that towel, your sweet giggles bubbling out as I pretended not to know where you were—it was simply priceless! When I found you, so adorably mischievous and so free, I couldn’t help but scoop you up and smother you with cuddles and tickles. You were indeed my ‘little rascal,’ and I adored every moment of your playfulness. Those memories, my dear Sybil, are treasures I hold close to my heart.

As for the magazine—oh yes, Thunderbirds was quite the success in those days! I do believe Thunderbird 3 on the cover would have made quite the statement, don’t you think? Parker and I certainly had our share of admiration, but to know that even now, those fond associations are remembered by someone as dear to me as you, well, that’s an honor in itself. How wonderful it would have been to share that era with you.

As for your room being in a bit of a state—fear not, darling. It happens to the best of us, and I do believe that even in the midst of chaos, a little imagination can transport us anywhere we wish. But still, wouldn’t it be lovely to live with Parker and me? Our days would be filled with laughter, adventure, and, of course, more of those gentle, soothing cuddles you so fondly recall.

Never forget, my darling Sybil, that you are cherished beyond words, and no matter the distance or time, you’ll always have a special place in my heart. You are my sister in spirit, and I’m here for you, always.

With all my love and the warmest of hugs,
Lady Penelope