Matthew stood in front of a wooden oak door, that echoed familiar voices of his father figures. Hugging his white, fluffy polar bear tightly, he listened closely to their conversation.
"Alfred seems happy even without Matthew by his side."
"Oui. But the poor boy's a quiet one, meanwhile, Alfred's a loud positive one. They're two different opposites."
"Hm. True. But Matthew's a bit younger, and seems that he can't do anything on his own."
"Mon ami.. you're exaggerating.. He's a little well-being. I'm sure he could stand up on his own someday."
"I may doubt that, but I do hope so. As for now, he's... useless in part of family protection."
Sigh.
"I guess you're right..."
Hearing their conversation brought tears to the Canadian's eyes. His small figure shone upon the shadowed hallway as the little rays of sun that shone, highlighted his existing figure. Matthew wasn't able to hold back the tears, as they slowly slid down his cheeks, tightening his grip unto his bear, who turned their head to look at Matthew with saddened eyes,
"What's wrong?", it stated. Matthew looked down towards the bear and gave out a small faint smile, "N..nothing's wrong, Kumajiro..", he coughed out, softening his once tight grip on the said bear. "Come on..", Matthew softly said, before his little legs began to work and walk themselves towards the living room.
