Dinner at Dad's. He still has all of my old dance competition trophies in our family room. I begged him to let me put them in storage, even offered to do some scream cleaning. I told him with the Siren of the Sea talent show coming up, there will plenty of new trophies to put in their place. But he's such a nostalgic ol' softie. He simply says he's proud of me and that I'm the abalone of his eye, and then tells me to keep my tentacles off them. He's so scary sweet, I can't argue with him. Plus, I know I'm all he has. He's lonely, especially with me away at Great Scarrier Reef High, so I guess I can't fault him for wanting to keep a few mementos around. But it's really the pics that I don't like to see when I'm home visiting. I deserved every single reward and trophy on the walls and shelve