/A/N: Alright guys, sorry for the long wait, but I'm happy to say I'm up and going again! Hopefully I'll be updating more often now!!

Also, since all my other PPG stories are finished, I have more time for this one! So anyways, let us go on with the chappie!! Hehe, the old pet name for 'chapter' has returned along with me!!

Another thing, I am terribly sorry if this chappie seems dry or too short... I'm having a bit of writer's block with this story!

This chapter starts in an unknown POV. You're not supposed to know yet. :P

Chapter 4:

Mother

For as long as I could remember, I've been with my mother. She's the most wonderful person in the world. But we're always on the run. Mom explained why once when I was younger and I asked, but I didn't quite understand. She had seemed so sad at that time, that I never had the courage to ask again.

We steal food from shops when we need it. My mother tries to keep her clothes as clean and tidy as possible; she only gets new ones every six months, and she only steals the cheapest ones. She hates stealing clothes. For a while, I had to get new clothes very often, but I've stopped growing so fast for the moment.

My mom tells me I'm five. I asked her when my birthday is once. She laughed softly and told me it's February 4. I wonder what's so funny about that? I'll ask her another time.

Something I wonder a lot is 'what happened to my dad?' Mom tells me I'll meet him someday. I hope I do. I love my mom, but I sometimes wish I had a dad.

OOO

Today was a day like any other. We had to get new clothes since the ones we were wearing were very filthy and torn after wearing them for six months. I asked my Mom how come we live like this. She didn't answer, but she told me that we were better off then some people.

We carefully snuck into the store before the manager could lock it down for the night. Mom grabbed a long-sleeved shirt and jeans for herself, and I grabbed a T-shirt and shorts for myself. I didn't worry about getting cold, the temperature drops at night, but we're living somewhere really hot.

I started to head for the doorway and my mom followed. But then she saw something on one of the shelves. She looked at it and smiled.

"Why are you smiling at that bow?" I asked. A pink bow. That's what she was smiling at.

"It reminds me of someone I used to know," she answered.

I wonder if I'll never know who 'someone' is... or if I'll get to meet him or her. I'm not sure. I'm not really sure of anything in my life really...

But there are three things I AM sure of.

My name is Brenden. Bren for short.

I was born February 4th.

And my Mom's name is Bubbles.



A/N: CLIFFIE!! Teeeheehee.

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Sorry I didn't take your advice, I planned it already before I wrote the story, so I decided to stick with it. But thanks for the help anyways!

Sorry for the short chapter, I'll try to update soon!!