Life in the House of Gryffen

by Sci-fientist

Once, they were a family. Now, they are naught but a memory.

"Daddy, Daddy! Look!" Mina Gryffen shouted, running to her father. Alistair picked her up and lifted her into the air, smiling at her gleeful giggles. Setting her down in front of him, he crouched down to her level. "What do want to show me?"

Mina looked him with a smile. " I drawed a picture!"

Alistair smiled at her, ignoring her flawed grammar. "What is the picture of?"

Mina frowned at him. "Can't you see, Daddy? It's of us!" She pointed to each of the figures, telling Alistair who each was meant to be. "This is you, this is Mommy, this is Jacob, and this is me! See, everyone's smiling, and you don't have to go away anymore. One happy family."

Alistair looked at the picture, faded with age. "One happy family," he whispered to himself. "Oh, my little Mira."