Summary: A letter to Edward from his son.

Dad:

Hey Dad.

Good job with the dog, you made mom cry a little bit, but it was a happy sort of cry. We agreed the new pup reminds us of Den, though Sara and Alan don't really remember Den that well. Alan thinks we should have named him Fluffy but seriously we already have a cat named Furball and I think he's going to be a tough dog. I suggested we name him Briggs (sounded like a good, strong name to me) but Mom had a better idea. She thinks we should call him Alchemist because he can transmute anything into pieces. Well, she admitted he uses his teeth for that, but seriously Dad the dog makes it look like alchemy at the speed he does it. We agreed on Alchemist and so far the name has stuck. I think he likes the name; I mean I haven't heard otherwise.

I finally finished a new automail hand, Sara even helped with the wiring. I think Mom wants to attach it by the end of the week so Uncle Al even sent us some of that healing cream he and Aunt Mei have been working on. You should try it next time Mom does your leg, it helps with swelling and it sort of numbs the pain.

It's been two months since you sent Alchemist to us. I guess I'm just wondering what you're up to. I keep expecting to hear your laugh when Alan does something silly or hear you tell Sara a story before bed. I've been thinking about you a lot dad. I read somewhere that Central has all these advancements in technology...I even heard there's a phone on almost every corner. So I guess my question is, why haven't you called?

I can't tell Mom how I feel because she'll blame herself and I have to act like its okay for Sara and Alan or else I know they'll think about it and be upset too. You're the only one I can talk to about this and the funny thing is, it's you whose the problem. You might miss us but I don't think you understand how it feels to watch everyone miss you. Did you know Mom keeps a lamp lit out on the porch every night or that Sara's written you a least a dozen letters and still no reply? Okay, sure, you sent us a dog, but would it kill you to write? You're a great dad, but right now you really piss me off.

We're not going to be little kids forever and I know Alan and Sara might forgive you, but it's getting harder for me to.

Of course you always say, you're doing what's best for our family, but if its what's best for our family, why does it suck so bad?

If Mom read this I know she would be disappointed in me because what I'm about to ask is pretty selfish, but here it is...come home. If you weren't a good dad we would let you go and not care. So…come home Dad and stop trying to save the world or at least bring us with you next time. You've been gone almost a year, it's been long enough. I don't expect a letter back, I expect you to take the first train back.

P.S.

Mom won't ever ask this because she is the most selfless person on the planet and if you love her, if you love us, you won't keep leaving us behind.

-Eddy