"It's a boy! It's a boy!"

A dark, purple-blue Keronian came out from the big, white doors yelling this at the top of his lungs. Although annoyed by his loud shouts, the green-blue tadpole who was sitting by what appeared to be his grandmother, looking to be about five years of age, scurried quickly over to the large Keronian, "Papa! Can I see him now? Can I see him now?" He was picked up and held closely, "Come on then. I'm sure they'll allow you in there. If not, your old man'll have a word with 'em." Giruru grinned and hugged his father tightly with a giggle.

The two walked back into the delivery room laughing happily and accidently disturbing a few of the patients. But, that went unnoticed as soon as they opened the door to his mother's room, "Mama! Mama! Where is he? Where is he?" Giruru struggled out of his father's grip and ran up towards the hospital bed with an excited bounce in his step.

"Shh, shh… You have to be quiet…" the worn, faint green mother cooed softly as she held close to her a very small bundle of blankets. Giruru yanked and pulled at the bed sheets to pull himself up next to his mother. "M-May I see him?" The mother smiled and pulled back some of the blankets to show a white, puffy face. Unlike most Keronians, he was only one color. Giruru stared at the face in awe, almost wanting to reach out and touch it, but he refrained himself with a small gulp. He looked back up to his mother with a readable begging look that was happily answered. "Be careful with him…" She whispered weakly as she handed off the child to him. The white blankets covering him almost washed out the child's appearances, but the different styled hat made his presence very much known. The hat flaps were a dark red-orange to contrast the rest of his whited out body. "S-So cute…" he smiled down at his new, baby brother.

The mother watched her two children with a gentle smile before she started to close her eyes in supposed exhaustion. But, as she did this, a small buzzer beside the bed started to go off, causing both Giruru and his father to jump in surprise, "Papa? What's-"He was interrupted by the door behind them opening abruptly. "We need you both out of here now." A doctor dressed in all white and a few nurses pushed their way into the room shortly after the buzzer went off. "What's happening? What's wrong?" Giruru's father pushed for an answer, but he was merely shoved out of the room. One of the nurses took the baby out of Giruru's grip, causing a small complaint to start but be quickly interrupted by another nurse picking him up also and carrying him out, "Mama! What are you doing to Mama?!" But, he continued to go unanswered…

It has been several hours now and nothing had been said about his mother's condition. The small family that was in the waiting room hardly said a word as they waited impatiently. Giruru tugged at his Father's arm, "Papa? What's wrong with Mama?" He had flinched at the touch and looked down at him with a worried glance, "She's… She's not doing very well, son. But, I'm sure she'll be alright." Giruru received a gentle pat on the head before he was cast into more unnerving silence.

It's been another hour and still no word… Giruru shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "Papa, my bottom hurts…" Even though he added as much complaint to his voice as he could, his Father never replied. He only continued to stare at the big, white doors.

Ding Dong

The doors slid open slowly and the whole family stood up out of their chairs. His Father was the first to greet the doctor at the door. "How is she? Is she alright?" The look the doctor gave his Father didn't seem right. The doctor looked past the doctor to look at the family before landing his gaze back on his Father. "May I… speak to you in private?" With a worried glance back at them, his Father nodded to the doctor and followed him back.

Another thirty… maybe forty minutes passed before the ring of the doors opening jolted Giruru to a sitting up position. His father was slumped over and shivering slightly. What had they done to him?! Giruru stumbled over to him, "Papa! Wh-what's wrong? What happened to Mama?" He pulled and tugged at his Father's arm pleadingly. "Giruru… m-my son…" His father bent to his level and held both of his shoulders firmly. It was rather scary looking his father in the eyes, since they weren't round like most Keronians. His were sharp and threatening. But, this time as he stared into them, they lost their scary effect they normally had on Giruru. These were puffy and red… and tear stained?

"Papa… what's wrong…" Giruru repeated quieter, a small hint of fear trembling in his voice. "Giruru… Mama… she's gone now…"

"Gone? What do you mean?"

"She's not coming back…"

"Why? Does she not like us anymore?" Giruru started to become misty eyed in growing sadness.

"No, no… Mama loves us very much."

"Then why did she leave?"

"Because she's… she's…" his father stammered off, unable to give him the right answer. His normally scary, light blue eyes were red and welled up with tears. "Papa…? Why? Why did she leave?" He begged for answer as his father's hold on his shoulders wavered and shook. His father was crying; crying in front of him. Why was he crying? Is it because Mama is gone? Why did she leave? Was it because of him? Did he do something wrong?

Giruru was jarred from his thoughts as his father dipped his arms tighter around him in a squeezing hug. The young, confused boy began to cry gently against his Father's shoulder, growing louder as his scary thoughts raged on. Will she ever come back? Why would she leave his new little brother? Is his new little brother okay? What happened to him? Is he leaving to? No. No, he could never let his little brother leave him to. He had to find his little brother.

"P-Papa? Wh-where's my baby brother? Is he leaving too?" His father flinched against him and slowly pulled away. "N…No son. He's not leaving…"

"Is he okay?"

"…Yes… he is…" His father slowly unraveled his arms from around Giruru and stood up. "Mom… Please watch Giruru… I need to go... go somewhere else for now…" His father called to his grandmother hoarsely before hurrying out of the waiting room. Giruru watched his father leave quietly. As soon as the door closed, a cringe formed on his face and his hands rose to his eyes as he started to sob, loudly.

Days passed. Giruru had to spend the night at his grandmother's house every single one of those days while his Father kept himself busy with his Mother's funeral. His baby brother was also staying with his grandmother. The whole time, Giruru never left his side, making sure he never left. Although, the only exciting things that happened while he watched him was a yawn, some crying, and smelly diapers. Although boring, he preferred it over anything else. His grandmother's house was rather small and it didn't seem like a good idea to bother her at this time.

It was late at night and Giruru and his new baby brother's Mother's funeral was tomorrow. Giruru knew he had to go to sleep, but his young mind continued to wonder. Did she not like the baby? Was it his fault? He looked at the new born tad next to him sleeping soundly, "No… of course not… Mama loved you very much." He bent his head down next to the baby's to give it a gentle peck on the head, like what his Mother used to do for him. But, even though he was gentle, the baby still started to stir and make soft whimpering sounds. Giruru quickly reacted to it by hurriedly scooping the baby into his arms. He was hard to hold at first, but after some practice from the past few days, he had quickly figured it out.

"Shh, Big brother's here… You're okay." He spoke softly to the baby. It seemed to work since he stopped wriggling in Giruru's grasp. Giruru smiled warmly down at his little brother, "Hehe, see? I told you." His little brother's eyes started to twitch just barely as they tried to open, much to the surprise of Giruru. But, he didn't stop to be in awe. Instead he urged him on with a soft voice, "Come on; open your eyes. There's a bunch to see. Me, Papa, Granma…" His voice started to go flat as he was about to add in 'Mama'. His lip trembled a little, but he bit it back. I don't wanna cry. He'll start crying and I don't like it when he cries.

Just as he felt like he couldn't hold it back any more, his little brother's eyes had finally opened and were blinking almost every second as they tried to adjust to their blurry surroundings. Giruru smiled happily at the familiar eyes. They were a light blue and a gentle lemon-shape. Just like his Mother's. Tears welled up in the corner of his eyes finally and fell down his cheeks and onto his little brother's own cheek. "D-Don't worry. I'll take good care of you. I won't ever let you leave."