Tag: Michelle Nigmos

“Ummm… Is daddy okay?”

“I went to check on him, and he was crying. He said he was in a lot of pain…”

“Maybe we should give him more ice cream?”

“Let’s not give him too much, dear. We don’t want his stomach to hurt, too.”

“Am I missing a family meeting?”

“Daddy was crying! Do you think he needs more ice cream? I think so!”

“C-… Crying?”

“Yeah!”

“I… I, um, think I should go check on him.”

“Sorry, Dad-er, General. I tried to go to school, I really did! But they said I had to go home! I swear, I didn’t want to!”

“Really now? Schools these days are raising weaklings! And so help me, if Tank gets chickenpox the week he goes to camp, that’s on you. Now march upstairs!”

“He told Tank never to forgive me for that… I wonder if that still stands.”

“Daddy it’s me, Michelle. Are you feeling better-”

“Are… Are you crying, daddy?”

“D-Daddy? Daddy, please wake up! I want you to be okay!”

“Mmmnn… Michelle? That you? What’s wrong, kiddo?”

“You were crying in your sleep! Does your throat hurt that bad?”

“No, I was just-… Er, yeah. It does. Sorry for worrying you.”

“Hey~! Sorry, practice ran a little late. There was a language barrier with the Veronaville exchange students.”

“Did it go well other than that?”

“Yeah! How’s daddy?”

“He’s back from the hospital, but he’s been out cold for nearly the entire time he’s been home. Well, until he got up to eat.”

“Hm, speaking of eating, I think I’m gonna go grab a snack.”

“Michelle, maybe wait a seco-”

“Okay, umm… Why is this here?”

“Oh! Oh! Oh! That’s where we put daddy’s ice cream!”

“Ice cream?”

“Yeah! Mom said the doctors took stuff out of his throat! They’re called umm… ummm… ton…sils or something! So daddy gets to eat all the ice cream he wants! He just finished his bowl a little while ago.”

“Huh, does that mean he’s probably awake by now?”

“Hmmm… Probably! Unless he already fell back asleep.”