"Mom!"
Katara turned around from her cooking and saw her oldest daughter, Faith, coming toward her, her fists clenched, her eyes filled with tears of anger.
Faith, whose twelfth birthday was just around the corner, looked alot like her mother. She had her personality, temper, face shape, and hair. But one thing she did not share with Katara were her eyes. They were Aang's eyes, dark grey, the color of storm clouds just before a big storm. People say that when she was mad, they thought they saw lightning strikes in her eyes. She had Aang's goofy smile, too.
"What is it, sweetheart?" she asked, seeing her daughter's anger.
"It's Hope and Charity! They read my diary. Again!" Katara sighed. It was times like these she wished Aang was still around...
"I'll go talk to them," she said, running up the stairs, going to Faith's bedroom and seeing her two twins on Faith's bed, reading a book.
Hope and Charity looked different compared to her sister. They were identical twins, not one difference between them. They looked like Aang, same hair, face, personality, and smile. But they had Katara's azure eyes and face shape.
"Hope, Charity, did you read Faith's diary?" Katara asked her daughters. Hope looked up, and "innocent" expression on her face.
"No!" Charity looked up also.
"We're just reading fairy tales." Charity held up a book of Fairy Tales, and Faith's diary fell out from underneath it. They looked at the diary, then looked up at their mother with wide eyes. Katara rubbed her tired eyes, then looked at her twin daughters.
"Girls, what have I told you about your older sister's privacy?" she asked them. Hope rolled her eyes.
"That we should never invade it." Charity answered.
"That's right," Katara said, smiling at them. She held out her hand.
"Now, hand me the diary." She asked kindly. Hope reluctantly handed over Faith's diary.
"Now, don't sneak into her room and do things like this again." Katara told them firmly. The girls nodded.
As Katara walked out Faith's room, she thought about how much Faith was changing. Her little girl would soon be twelve. That little girl who reminded Katara so much of her husband. Just her looks, anyway. She couldn't believe all the changes.
Unfortunately, this was just the beginning.