Hello everyone, Echo again.

This is a one-shot (Duh...)

But it's different now-I am making this as a contribution to my mother and father.

They were the main ones that told me to never give up,

And continue what I loved to do.

They did this for the first five years of my life, until they died.

On this very day.

Please enjoy.

They were warm.

They were kind.

I knew them because they stayed by my side.

My mother was the gentle one with soft features.

While my father was the more tougher one who had hard, striking features.

My little brother had a mixture of both.

But I had none.

I always considered myself as an "outcast" or the abandoned one.

But they were warm, so I accepted them.

But what I failed to realize...

...was that it was THEIR warmth...

...that saved me.

I was a rebellious one-always a potty mouth and did things my way.

Hell, I am still lucky Winry is our friend and endured my methods.

Alphonse helped me too-after our parents were both snatched from us.

But...I felt like I was missing something.

I blamed God. I blamed Truth. I blamed myself.

Everyone thought I was the determined one or the strong one.

But in truth,

I was the most broken one.

Why? Why would father do this...?

He just left...

...as if Al, mom and I were road-kill.

Why did he do that?

Ah, but does that even matter? I hate him for leaving.

Mother...is gone.

She's really gone.

Yes, father did this. But...mother left us without letting us know...

...she left without finishing her job.

Now that both are gone, I feel lonely.

No one understood me quite well like those two.

Please come back. I would do anything.

Anything...I thought again.

Am I begging for forgiveness...because I am weak...?

I run in the rain, so that nobody can see my tears.

Mother, father...

Now that I am older, I see now.

You didn't mean to leave me here.

You just wanted me to become stronger the right way.

For a long time, I wore wings so I won't touch the ground.

And so I won't appear insecure.

And it kills me when I break down...

...and no one helps me.

But I'm tired of running away.

I'm tired of crying.

I'm tired of fake smiles.

I am tired of lying.

I am tired of being alone.

I am tired of blaming you.

Forgive me.

I remember saying,

"Stand up and walk. Keep moving forward. You've got two good legs. So get up and use them. You're strong enough to make your own path."

Aha, it's funny that I said that...

...but too afraid of doing just that.

Afraid...am I...scared?

I'm short, you say?

Well, I am growing in knowledge.

I am strong, you say?

I may be in battle, but my heart lost ages ago.

I am loud-mouthed, you say?

I speak my mind because I am afraid of not being heard.

I am determined, you say?

Ha! That's where I hide my fears.

I am alone, you say?

I'm not alone, because loneliness is right here beside me every step of the way.

I went through Hell, you say?

A lesson without that pain is meaningless

For you cannot gain anything without sacrificing something else in return.

That is The Law of Equivalent Exchange.

But is that even true?

Because I believe, that once you have overcome it and made it your own...

you will not only gain an irreplaceable full-metal heart...

...but a loving heart as well.

Thank you.

Father.

Mother.

Don't forget; 3. OCT. 11

~~End

Thank you so much for reading.

I felt like I was connected to Edward's family story

So I wrote a poem that fitted him.

But as I read it over...I saw that it was related to me as well.

R.I.P

Dakurachi Chise (Deceased Father)

Suzumi Uramiku (Deceased Mother)

Have a cookie, my bros, and stay strong. :3

Don't forget...