Frodo was sitting quietly in his room. He was staring at a picture of Frodo's parents on his nightstand. Frodo snatched the picture off of the nightstand and held it firmly in his hands. "I wish you were still here, mother and father. I miss you. I miss you.", he said to himself. All of a sudden, there was a knock on his bedroom door. It was Bilbo. He opened up the door and walked into the room. "What are you up to, Frodo?" Frodo didn't answer. Bilbo noticed the picture that Frodo was holding. "I miss them, Bilbo.", uttered Frodo. "I wish that they hadn't died in that boating accident."
"So do I.", said Bilbo, as he sat down beside his dearest nephew. He placed a hand on Frodo's shoulder. "I'm sure that they are looking down from the heavens and smiling at you. They couldn't have been more proud to have such a beautiful son."
Frodo's baby blue eyes filled up with tears. "You know, Uncle?", he sniffled. "I'm glad that you're still here with me. Thank you. For everything." Bilbo wiped a tear that was falling down Frodo's cheek. "You mean the world to me, Frodo. You really do.", Frodo smiled. Bilbo chuckled. "I couldn't have asked for a better nephew." "You really mean that?" "I do." Bilbo wrapped an arm around Frodo's torso. "Come on, Frodo. You don't have to be alone. Let's have some tea." "Alright.", said Frodo, softly.
Frodo and Bilbo got up from the matress. Frodo set the picture gently back on his nightstand and followed his Uncle into the kitchen.