After the last craptackular chapter…I still don't like the way it went, but that's personal issues and I needed to get some things introduced and cleared…starting up from a new view point!!! Much happier with this chapter. Much happier.

I don't like it here. It's scary. But daddy's still sleeping and Hiro-san's gone someplace with the other big people. I want my mommy and Ark. I don't want to stay in Japan any more…but I don't want to leave Hiro-san. He's nice. He got my crayons and colouring books from the scary ladies that kept pinching me and saying stuff I didn't understand, and took me on the rides. I like the one that went up, then beeped so you could look at the ocean before whoosh! down you fell. It made my tummy feel funny. We went on that one a hundred times, but I think Hiro-san was starting to get sick.

He said he was my daddy's boyfriend. I don't understand that really…maybe, in Japan, boys can have boyfriends like mommy has girlfriends? That would be okay, my daddy needs to have fun friends when he can't be with mommy and me and Ark in America. I haven't seen Ichi yet…does he know I'm here? I came on the big plane just to see him and daddy while mommy gots to get more pictures taken at someplace that I can't say cause it's a secret. He's silly, but he'll always take the time to colour with me. I brought him a picture that I drew, same with daddy…but I don't have them anymore, cause the house blew up.

Maybe daddy and Ichi and Hiro-san can come live with me in my house since they don't have one anymore. I think that would be nice, but there's not enough bedrooms. I know that Hiro-san and daddy already share a bedroom, but Ichi would have to stay with me, cause mommy and Ark already share, and there aren't any more rooms. I guess that's okay, but he can't have my blanket. I could move my friends that sleep on the bottom bunk and put them on a shelf, and then he could sleep there. That will work!

My lungs hurt, and I smell like smoke. It's gross. Daddy smells better than me, like the things that mommy likes to eat. I miss mommy. I miss Ark. I want my daddy to wake up and play with me. I want Hiro-san to come back. It's too quiet here, and none of the nurse ladies can talk to me cause I don't know what they're saying and they don't know what I'm saying. I understand a few things, like kawhaie, cause Hiro-san told me that it means the lady thinks I'm cute. I haven't seen anyone else my age since I got here. Hiro-san says they go to school now. Why would they go to school in the summer?

Maybe…maybe they don't really have any kids here but babies and big kids. That's probably why the scary ladies kept touching my hair and face. They don't see kids, which means that I'm special. Mommy says I am, and Ark says so too. I think Hiro-san likes me, and I know that daddy does. I'm tired, and my head hurts. I hope daddy doesn't mind if I cuddle with him, even though I'm big now. The fire and blow up were scary, and I don't wanna sleep by myself.

Mommy said that daddy's boyfriend was in a band. Did it get blowed up too? I hope not, cause I think he's really cool. It would be sad if his band was gone like my picture. I saw his guitar, it looked fun, but we went for the ice cream before I could ask him if I could play. If his band is okay, then maybe he has a different guitar. Would he let me play with that one? I remember Ichi was in a band, but he singed and didn't play instruments. Oops. Not singed. Sung. I think Ichi looks funny when he sings. He's different then.

Hiro-san came back. He looks tired. I think he got scared too, cause he takes daddy's hand and puts his head on the bed. I don't think there's enough room for him to fit on too. Maybe he wants a cuddle like I do. I'm too tired to get up and give him a scwush like Ark gives me when I get scared. I reach and hold his hand like he's holding daddy's. It makes him smile, and then he falls asleep. I'm tired too. I know daddy and Hiro-san will keep the fire and bad nasties away. So I sleep too. Maybe, when I wake up, Ichi and mommy will be back, and we can get ice cream.

Cheese whiz it's hard to write kids….