Mothering and memories
Arcee's sitting on a couch over to one side where there's not so much rush and flow, her faceplate set in an intent frown as she carefully refolds a little paper box. Task done, she hands it to the little silver bot sitting next to her and watches as the younger bot sets a Bumblebee doll into the box.
"Thank you, Arcee," the youngster says in a little doll voice, then smiles at her shyly.
"You're welcome, Kia." The pink and white femme smiles back, and then looks up with an unexpressed sigh as Kia turns her attention to playing with the box and the doll.
"I've wound up with custody of a youngster, and I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with something this new. Is there anyone here with sparklings, or young, who can give me a little advice?"
Then she rubs her head. "And has anyone here ever regained lost memories and realized they never really missed them that much anyway?"
"Thank you, Arcee," the youngster says in a little doll voice, then smiles at her shyly.
"You're welcome, Kia." The pink and white femme smiles back, and then looks up with an unexpressed sigh as Kia turns her attention to playing with the box and the doll.
"I've wound up with custody of a youngster, and I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with something this new. Is there anyone here with sparklings, or young, who can give me a little advice?"
Then she rubs her head. "And has anyone here ever regained lost memories and realized they never really missed them that much anyway?"