Charles is sitting at one of the tables, fixing one of his favourite necklaces as he takes a much needed break.

But that’s when he gets interrupted by a tug on his shirt, by no other than his own, beloved child.

When he feels the tug he immediately knows who it is. Lowering his beaded work, he looks over affectionately.

“Heya, kid.. How’re y’doin’?” He asks, reaching out to lightly touch your head.