The Saddest Evening Ever

One early night, I was skipping across the hallways of the mansion in my silky, creamy nightgown to the door to Alan and Tin Tin’s room when I heard Tin Tin crying from behind the door. I could also hear Alan shushing her in a comforting way, going:

“Ssshhh-sssh sshhhh….sweetie, there there, I’m here.”

I crept into my co parents’ bedroom and saw that Tin Tin really was crying and holding her head in pain, and Alan was comforting her, stroking her shoulders.

I felt sorry for them too, and I snuggled near Tin Tin for a hug, but she just kept holding her aching head in pain.

Alan turned his head to look at me, glistening tears in his innocent eyes. I’ve never seen him this emotional before.

My lips trembled. Were…were they…no. No! Not that. Not the idea of a divorce, no!

“Daddy,” I whimpered, shy as a puppy,

“Don’t split up with mama. I love you. I love both of you, equally. And if 1 is taken away from 3, is 2 a sign of depression?”

Alan sighed, and wiped his shining tears away from his eyes.

“We’re not splitting up, kiddo,” he sighed, and I proudly smiled, the corners of my mouth trembling like a hammock on the verge of collapsing.

“Mama’s had a few bad migraines over the last couple of days due to sleep inertia,” he explained.

“Dr Marvis’ prescription should kick in in about six weeks.”

“What should I do then, daddy?” I asked, my voice beginning to crack a little.

“Mama needs to have peace and quiet for six weeks until she’s better,” Alan softly explained, gently chucking me under the chin.

“So Lady Penelope will look after you like I will look after one of my precious babies.”

As I turned to leave, I looked back to Alan and his beloved.

“Daddy?”

There was a long pause. Then I said in a calm voice:

“Thank you for helping to raise me.

And thank you too, mama.”

I could see Tin Tin smile weakly as I exited the door.

The next moment, I felt a pair of kind, gentle arms lift me up and cuddle me. It was Lady Penelope, carrying me like I am a newborn baby again.

“Come, darling. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

THE END.