AN: This is my first fanfiction and I'm really happy about it. So I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar The Last Airbender. I only own Chyo and a very needy cat.

It was a peaceful day in the upper ring of the Earth Kingdom Capital of Ba Sing Se. The upper ring, home of the city's most important officials, contained a house that wasn't the most luxurious, but wasn't the smallest either. It was just right size for a budding family. The house was quiet except for a small giggle which emitted from a closet. Inside it was a small girl, around the age of six, with gorgeous blue eyes and silky black hair. The little girl didn't mean to giggle, but she was so surprised that her father hadn't found her that it was funny.

A man entered the room and the child feel immediately silent. He was a tall, athletic man. He had large gray eyes, ears that were slightly too big, and a bright blue arrow that ran down the center of his bald head. "Chyo come out, come out, wherever you are," he playfully called.

"No way daddy," she whispered to herself.

The man heard this but decided to play along. "Hmmm, could she be under the bed?" He crouched down and looked. "Nope, maybe behind the curtains," he said blowing them apart with a strong gust of wind. "Or maybe, she could be in the closet."

He rushed over to the closet and yanked open the door. He was greeted with a, "ROAAR!" and the little girl pouncing out of the wooden closet, "I'm a tigerdillo!" she yelled tackling her father.

"You got me," the man chuckled.

"Daddy, you're supposed to act like you're hurt."

"Aaah, you're so strong," he pretended to writhe in pain. "So you were hiding in the closet the whole time?" he said sitting up.

"I was on the shelf!"

"But how did you get up there?"

"I airbended daddy!"

"Oh, you're so good at that. But you're mom won't like the mess," gesturing to the boxes scattered about on the floor that came down with the girl.

As if on cue, "Aang, where are you honey?" she called out.

"I'm in the bedroom, dear."

A beautiful woman with sparkling blue eyes that resembled her daughter's entered the room. She had long, brown, flowing hair with her usual 'hair loopies'. One look at the mess and she said, "I can never leave you two alone can I?"

"Katara, we were playing hide and seek and Chyo was hiding and I…"

"I don't even want to hear about it this time. I just wanted to tell Chyo her lunch is almost ready."

"Yay!" the young girl said starting to walk out of the room.

"Not so fast missy, you know the rules. If you make a mess…"

"You clean it up, fine," she automatically replied. Her parents started helping her but noticed she was going at an extremely slow pace when they were around.

"C'mon Aang, let's leave her to finish it."

They walked out of the room, but Aang could still be heard down the hall. "Really Katar, it isn't my fault."

"Stupid closet, stupid boxes," Chyo mumbled.

She was almost done, when she spotted a particularly old box. "What's this?" she thought to herself. "Memories," she muttered tracing her finger over the ink lettering. "Mommy, daddy," she called throughout the house.

"What is it Chyo Myo?" Katara asked coming out of the kitchen.

"Mommy, what's this?" she said showing the box.

"Oh my, I haven't seen this for ages. These are things you're daddy and I saved before you were born. Do you want to see what's inside?"

Chyo nodded. "C'mon, I'll show you this during lunch. You're favorite soup is ready."

They walked into the kitchen, "Aang, look what Chyo found."

"I had forgotten all about this. Here, put it on the table," Aang said.

The small family gathered around the table and the Avatar removed the top and peeked inside the box. "No way," he muttered to himself. "My old headband."

"I thought you threw that away ages ago," Katara said.

"I thought you did," he replied.

"So that explains how it got there. But what did you use it for?" the little girl piped up.

"Well Chyo, believe it or not for a little while I had hair!"

Chyo's eyes got as wide as saucers while she stared at her father in disbelief. "Yeah, it was short and black and was always very knotted," Katara added.

"Oh, I know that you loved it."

"I never said I didn't."

"But why did you grow it out? I thought you said it was tradition for monks to be bald," said Chyo.

"You're right, but during the war things were different. Your mom and I had to sneak into the Fire Nation, so I grew out my hair and used this headband to cover my arrows. That way no one knew who I was, and I could do super secret save the world stuff."

"Woooah, what's next?"