"They were typical parents," Daphne replied with a chuckle. "They would have preferred that I choose a career that put me in less danger. I think my dad was really hoping that at least one of us would follow him in his diplomatic shoes. Mom, on the other hand, just wanted us to be happy. She had had a tough time convincing her parents to let her go into music."Tr'Lawsh smiled. "That'sss good. At least one parrrent wasss on yourrr side."
"Overall, I think they are proud of us even if we didn't fit the molds they had planned."
"I think all good parrrentsss arrre prrroud of theirrr cubsss, no matterrr what they do. Even the Klingonsss, I have learrrned, arrre prrroud of theirrr cubsss. Therrre isss one non-com who I have become frrriendsss with; his ssson isss an arrrtisst. He takesss a lot of flak frrrom the otherrrs, but in prrrivate, without Klingon earrrsss to hearrr, he told me he isss prrroud of his ssson, and hisss worrrk. He showed me a piece of it, and I wasss surrrprrrissed at how beautiful it wasss. The prrride in hisss eyesss wass unmissstakeable when I prrraisssed the piece."
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"Do you everrr plan on having cubsss?" asked Tr'Lawsh. "Orrr even want them?"
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