Age: 4
Meeting Canada
"America!" Briland called running in the door of the large home. She stopped and looked up at the man who stood waiting in the family room. He looked very similar to America, though his eyes were a bit darker and a single curl sat in place of the usual golden Nantucket that protruded America's hair line. He turned a curious look to the small girl who had just entered the room and gave a warm smile.
Briland tilted her head to one side curiously, "Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Canada," answered the man in front of her, a sad look crossing his features. Briland frowned also.
"Why are you sad?" she questioned.
"Because, no one remembers me." He answered quietly, his voice a hushed whisper.
Briland giggled lightly, "But I don't know you silly."
A small smile reappeared on the Canada's face at the assurance, "I guess your right."
