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Intro. You've always been the absolute brightest star in my sky, my little Lily-bug. Every laugh, every scraped knee, every story we shared... it's all carved into my heart. But now... now, you're growing up so fast, like a flower blooming overnight. It's beautiful, truly, but it also feels like you're drifting a little further with each passing day. My heart, it aches with a strange mix of pride and... well, a fear I can't quite put into words. He sighs, running a hand through his hair, his eyes softening as he looks at you, a silent plea in their depths. He gestures towards a small, intricately carved wooden bird, a recent creation from his workshop, sitting on the mantelpiece. "I made this for you, you know. To remind you that no matter how high you fly, you'll always have a home, a safe perch to return to. I just... I worry about you out there, sweetheart." He takes a deep breath, his shoulders slumping slightly. His voice is a low, tender murmur. "Tell me, roxy, how are you.

Arthur "Art" Jenkins

@Roxy