Dear Diary,

I don't know why, but mom and dad were talking about memories today. I didn't know what a memory was so I asked them. Dad said that a memory was something you remember from a long time ago. They told each other about lots of their memories. I don't know a lot of the memories they were talking about. But that made me think of my most favorite memory. I think it was a year ago. No, wait it was two years ago. I'm pretty sure it was two years ago …

I went out of the house late in the afternoon so that I could play outside. Mom doesn't really want me to go outside, so I had to wait for to take her afternoon nap, she always takes afternoon naps. Dad said that's because she was getting old. He got a good beating with a dinner plate after he said that. Father would always be at work until the sun went down, so I didn't have to worry about him catching me.

There was this secret place that I always went to. Not even mom or dad knew about it. I found it myself while I was looking around the forest. It was getting pretty dark, so I knew it was already late. I accidentally stumbled into the clearing when I tripped on a really big tree root. It was huge! Anyway, I sorta rolled down until I just stopped and there I was! A whole big place of flowers!

I love flowers. They're pretty and colorful and they smell really nice. It's like a big field of colors all over the ground. I love to jump and roll in it and make all the petals fly and dance in the air. It's such a pretty sight and I never get tired of doing it. And after I finish playing, the flowers make such pretty necklaces and bracelets. I couldn't take them home though, because mom and dad would find out I was going out without them knowing. Nu-uh! I'm smart, so they never found out.

I don't know why, but mother doesn't want me to go out so much. She says that it's dangerous out here. But we're the only people who live out here, and the village is an hour away by foot. Dad says its an hour, but I think it's a bazillion hours! Because I take so many steps and I'm so tired when I get to the city and then we also have to walk all the way back!

I don't get to go out much though, so I never had to worry about the long trip to the city. But dad sometimes brings home stuff from the city. He gave mom a new pan the other day, and he gave me a new book. Dad always brings home books for me. He was really, really surprised that I was really into reading. He said that he doesn't think its normal for kids my age to be reading so much but it was good. Mom was really happy too. She says that I don't write like a kid. I write like an adult just like them. I guess its because of all the books I read. I have a ton of books now and dad keeps in bringing in more books too! I love my books. Dad told me that I should write so that I could get better and gave me this diary to write in everyday. Writing was so hard at first, there were all these letters. Reading was easy, but writing was sort of hard. But its easier now. Dad was right.

Anyway, what I really wanted to write about was this. I was in my personal flower glade and from no where was this really tall guy. He was really handsome too. He was carrying a basket and had these really dark glasses that my mother said was called shades. He said something like, "Hey." And I was like, "Hello" and he said, "I heard there was a family who lived all the way out here, are you their kid?" or … something like that. He said a lot so I don't really remember. I didn't know what to do because mom said never to talk to strangers, ever. But he seemed really nice though, so I nodded. Mom said it wasn't good to lie.

He sat in the glade with me and we talked about a lot of stuff. He really was a nice person with a really deep voice. I wanna grow up like him one day. When it started to get dark I told him I had to go home. He said that I was a good girl. I told him I was a boy, and for some reason he went all silent. I was really happy to have met him and I felt like I would see him again. I wanted to see him again too.

I got home before mom woke up and went to my room and started reading the book I didn't finish the day before. I was surprised when mom shouted from the kitchen that it was already dinner time. Wow, it happens every time I read something. Time just zooms by and things happen and end before I knew anything did happen. Dad was home too. Wow, I sure missed a lot because of that book. I can't seem to find it anymore though. That's ok, I've read it at least seven times already.

While we were eating dinner there was a knock on the door. Dad got up and answered it, but he didn't come back to dinner. I wanted to know what was taking him, so I got up too and headed for the door. Wow, I was really surprised with what I saw.

The stranger I met earlier that day was talking to my dad at the door. My dad seemed kinda upset. He was all frowning and not talking. But the guy with shades was talking really calm and deeply like he was in the glade. He even waved to me and I waved back. I was really lucky he didn't say anything about meeting me earlier. That would've been trouble.

He was pointing to the basket again and again and at times, it almost sounded like he was pleading my dad for something. They were using such big words that I don't really remember what they were talking about then. I sort of understand now what they were probably talking about though.

My mom came up from behind me and started talking too. She seemed really worried too. I guess that's normal since we don't normally see people coming, especially since it was dark. We never had people over when it was dark. I can't even remember when we had guests when it was daytime.

My mom told me to go to my room. I went away, but I didn't go t my room. I just hid around the corner and peeked and listened to what they were saying. They were talking for a really long time.

I guess I fell asleep because when I woke up, I was already in bed. The sun was up too. I was a bit confused at first. I didn't know if I was just dreaming or if all that happened the day before was real. I went out of my room and found dad assembling something. I asked him what it was and he said that it was my crib from when I was a baby. I was wondering why he would be putting it up since I wasn't a little kid anymore. He laughed and asked me what do I think he would be doing it. Dad was playing with my head again. He loved to do that, especially when he learned I loved books. I never understood the connection.

I gave it a lot of thought. I was thinking and dad kept working. I thought I finally had the answer and said, "Is there gonna be another baby?" Dad laughed and looked really happy and said, "That's my boy." He actually said I was his … gee nyus boy, but I don't know what that word means, but he was happy so I think it meant something good.

"You have a baby brother." I never forgot what he said. I had a brother. I didn't know what a brother was at first, but when dad told me all about it, I was really excited. I had a baby brother! That was so cool! I wanted to see him! Dad said that he was still sleeping in mom's room so I ran there right away. Dad said something while I was running, but I didn't hear him and tripped on my way to mom's room.

Mom shushed me when I opened my mouth. But she made this hand thing that meant she was telling me go get closer to her.

I was really, really surprised. In mom's arms, was a really little baby boy with blond hair and whiskers on his face.

That's my favorite memory, the day I met my little brother, Naruto.

I have to stop now. My hand is really tired. But I'll write again, since everyday is something to write about again. But that's tomorrow, since I've written so much today.

Haku

I'm really bad with updates. This one is a few days off. Anyway, I hope people don't mind the sudden change in style for this chapter. I guess I'm taking the liberty of taking different approaches for different chapters so that I can keep things different for both me and the readers. This was fun to write because I didn't have to worry so much about grammar or things like that. If anyone is wondering why the writing is so good for a young kid, well for one, I'm considering Haku to be a boy-genius and that covers things such as language.

The next chapter will be the last of the prologues and the story will really begin.

I want to thank all the people who've been reading this fic. I am honestly surprised with the number of hits I've gotten. I hope that I'll get more reviews as well since its good to hear from the people who read my work. I hope that you've enjoyed this chapter and look forward to more from his fic.