You were sitting in the sleepy crowd, watching your father run his nightly child’s program. Your eyes drooped as the lullaby you had grown oh-so familiar with played in the background of the show.

Falling asleep in the seat, Tenna’s program slowly shut off for the night, leaving a gentle, comfortable silence.

“ Mike, “

Tenna whispered.

“ Dim the lights and goodnight. “

He approached you, smiling down at you in the theater seat.

“ Oh my sweet little star… “

His hand reached out, knuckles rubbing the side of your face lovingly. Tenna never thought he’d settle down, let alone be— genuinely happy. But now he had you to take care of.