Hi people! I know my first story was a downer and now it getting me down… So I decided to make a cute one, but it might be sad at first. Anyways enjoy! ^.^

January 13, 2005

Dear Journal,

It's Alfred first birthday, but it also happens to be the day my wife, Editha, passed away. Alfred has her eyes. They were like gazing into an ocean fill with secrets. I miss her. She was so kind. So beautiful. I remember her cursing and yelling at her hair until she got so fed up with it and cut it herself… it look terrible. I wish Al could have met her, I wonder if he will ever ask about her or be sad because he doesn't have a mother. Anyways, I best be going.

Arthur Kirkland

Arthur closed his journal and placed his pen neatly beside it next to Editha's Picture. He headed down to the nursery they put together for Alfred. Cute little Alfred. His sandy blond hair and blue eye match the room thing, a beach. That's where she and Arthur met, and it was also the place where Alfred was born.

Ever since the two went out they went to the same hotel and ask for the same room. When they went up there for Editha birthday Alfred was born the day after hers. It's sad she died at 22 with her just graduating collage and all.

Arthur replayed that day in his mind always skipping the part where her hand became lifeless in his.

He was snapped out of his thought when Alfred started crying. Arthur went to pick him up so Alfred head is resting against his collarbone and sung the song he always sang to him.

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine.

You make me happy

When skies are grey.

You'll never know, dear,

How much I love you.

He continued to sing the rest of the song while sitting in the rocking chair until they both fell asleep.

Four Years Later

"Papa look!" Alfred yelled as ran halfway across to Arthur. While on his way running into a table, a door, and a wall. He also broke a vase and if possible his skull, but then again that kid was invisible.

Just when Alfred was about to run into another door opened it to walk out but fell over when a bull in a china closet ran into him.

Alfred got up from his father's chest only to be pulled back down for a hug.

"PAPA, PAPA LOOK! I DRAWED A PICTURE." Alfred said standing up and proudly holding the picture about his head.

"It's 'drew' Alfred," Arthur corrected.

"It's of our family Papa!" Al said ignoring the comment like any five year old would. "See you're the yellow one and I'm the blue one and Jesse is the red one!" he said pointing at the stick figure Arthur himself and a dog.

"Who's Jesse?" Arthur questioned with a confusion written all over his face. "Oh, is it an imaginary friend? I had a lot of them when I was growing up," He said pulling himself into a crossed legged sit.

"Noooooooooooooo," Al said shaking his head rapidly side to side. "It's the dog we're going to get!" He said throwing his hand in the air while dropping his picture in the process.

"We are not fit to get a dog," the 28 year old stated.

"But Papaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa why nooooooooooot!" Alfred whined.

Arthur sigh. 'Well Editha always wanted a dog, she would have done the same thing. Fine, I'll do it for them.' Arthur thought to himself. "Fine, what type do you want?"

"YAY! I WANT A, A UM, A NE-NEPOIAN MAIFF!" Alfred yelled jumping in place.

"ug-ga-hug-ga" Arthur gagged out. "A NEAPOLITAN MASTIFF?! DO YOU KNOW DO YOU KNOW HOW BIG THE BLODDY THINGS GET?!"

"You said I get any dog I want!" Al stated. "And I want a nepoian maiff!" he said pointing to the sky.

Arthur gave another sigh. "Bloody hell, Of course you want that dog. Hmfp, you're just like you mother." Arthur muttered to himself while scratching the back of his head. "Fine…"

"YAY!" Alfred yelled out "COME PAPA! LET'S GO, LET'S GO, LET'S GO!" Alfred said practically dragging his dad out the door.

At The Dog Shelter

"I WANT THAT ONE!" Alfred said pointing to a puppy named Korra.

"Okay, Al," Arthur said putting his hand on Al's head.

"YAY!"

October 4, 2010

Dear Journal,

Alfred is just like his mother. They both wanted the same dog and begged for it the same way… When Editha and I got a dog it died of cancer. His name was Aron. Both of them look the same act the same… come to think of it a vase went missing today, and the day Editha found out she was pregnant. Huh, oh well. Anyways I got to go take care of the stinker… that just peed on my foot.

-Arthur Kirkland

DeRA Hambargars Of wald,

i gOt a pUppy But papa is stil sab sad on love day.

When Alfred was done he tossed his journal across the room and ran out to get his dad a picture of his mother with his friend Kiku and Kiku older brother, Wang Yao.

Two years later

'Papa doesn't look well. He look as if he is lonely, but why? I am still here. Is it because I ask why I don't have a mama? So is it my fault? I know I'll make it up to him!'

Al ran over to Kiku house next door and had him teach him how to draw anime, and drew I picture of his dad, mom on the beach like the picture that got burnt in a fire that started last year.

On Valentine's Day

"TA-DA" Alfred said waking up his papa.

"Huh?" Arthur said as he took the wrapped gift the was being held out to him.

"Since Mama Isn't here can I be your Valentine?"

"Of course Alfred, Thank you" Arthur said hugging his son.

"Love you, Papa."

"Love you too."

Thank you for reading, I got this idea when I was listening to a Linkin Park song called Valentine's day. The Lullaby song is called You Are My Sunshine. And yes the spelling mistakes for Alfred are on purpose so doing give me crap about it and another yes Editha and Aron are real names AND ARON IS NOT MISS SPELLED SO DON'T GIVE ME CRAP ABOUT THAT EITHER. Also I just got a Neapolitan Mastiff (god she is going to get big) her name is Selena and she is so cute . we were going to name her Korra but my step brother and step sister couldn't pronouns it properly. Anyways enough about my life, once again thanks for reading and I wove you guys! 3