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Dancing Can Heal the Heart
Splinter sat there, quietly watching his four sons. Rapheal was actually happy and, at the moment not brooding in his room. Michelangelo was his same old self. He was laughing and teasing, being the clown. Even Donatello was laughing and joking with his brother's. Shredder going to that asteroid seemed to have strengthened their bond as brothers. The only one that worried me was Leonardo. He was too silent these days. He is looser tonight though; he sat there watching his brothers, a smile on his face. This is a good sign.
The radio was turned up all the way, blasting some salsa music. Michelangelo was trying every dance move he knew and more, of his own creation. He had dragged Rapheal and Donatello into his dances and they happily went with it. He had tried to get Leonardo to dance but Leonardo had stood his ground and refused. Rapheal and Donatello were now dancing without any pushing from my youngest. It made me feel happier than ever to see them like this.
If only Leonardo would dance. I knew it wouldn't help to talk to him. And it would probably bring the evening down. He wouldn't talk anyway: he would just go into a stony silence. I knew, I had already tried to talk to him before. I tried to forget about him and this problem for now.
I was actually getting into the music. It brought a happy smile to my face. I decided to loosen up, a little, for tonight. I surprised my sons by getting up and dancing with them. Leonardo looked like he didn't even notice. I ignored him. My sons joked and teased me. I took it good heartedly and even…how would they say it…poked fun at them back.
When I finally grew tired went back to my armchair. I still watched my four sons dance. –WAIT! Four! Leonardo had decided to join his brother's. He was still silent but it was a change. A good change. A very good change! I fell asleep thinking about this. The old Leonardo was still in there. Maybe he could still come out, be brought out. Not alone, he would have plenty of help, of course. The smile stayed on my face till morning-when I awoke with a very still neck!
sigh that was longer on paper. I thought it would take me longer to type.