Aladdin was walking through the marketplace. The young, new peince was deep in thought. Today was his twenty-first birthday. He only wished his father, Cassim, was there.

But being the former King of Thieves, it was too dangerous for Cassim to come to Agrabah. If he got caught he wouldn't be thrown in the dungeon like the last time, he'd be executed!

Aladdin shook his head at that awful thought. He didn't know his father very well, but he still loved him! He knew that Cassim returned that love. His father had proven his love for him when he gave up the Hand of Midas, the treasure he had spent twenty years looking for, to save him.

To be willing to give up the treasure that took so much of his life to find, proved that Cassim loved him.

A small smile crept across Aladdin's face as he thought of the first time he hugged his father. He had felt strangely safe and secure in his father's strong arms.

Oh how he missed his father and Iago!

The loud mouth parrot had chosen to leave with Cassim.

A longing to see his father came over Aladdin.

He longed to see his father's handsome, bearded face, to hear his deep, rich handsome voice, to see his gorgeous smile, to hear his rich laughter, and, most of all, to feel his arms around him again.

Aladdin shook his head again and headed back to the palace.