After many hours had passed, Topsy came back to his nest from his walk. It was already close to nightfall; the bright circle was almost gone from the sky. He hasn't eaten anything since he woke up; but, that was to be expected because of his mood. Soon enough, Theresa came by to talk to him.
"How are you doing?" Theresa asked.
"Not so good," Topsy stated.
Theresa nodded sadly.
"I know, dear; it's okay to be sad; your brother's death anniversary is hard on me too; no parent should ever have to suffer the loss of a child; even though Alfred suffered that loss," Theresa explained.
Topsy nodded.
"Thanks for trying to cheer me up; but, it'll take more than a few comforting words to put a smile on my face; especially today," Topsy admitted.
Just then, Theresa wrapped her forearms around Topsy in an embrace. He returned the gesture; they broke apart moments later.
"Thanks; I needed that; and I do feel a bit better," Topsy claimed.
"I'm glad to hear that," Theresa said.
Moments later, the rest of the very large herd came by to see how Topsy was doing.
"Are you going to be okay, Dad?" Cera asked.
"I think so," Topsy answered.
The others all nodded.
Soon enough, the herds all went back to their respective nests for the night.
