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There is little that can describe the love shared between two parents and their children, some do try and describe it or interpret it, but fail miserably. Parents love their children and would do anything for them, even give up their own lives. At least, that is what is assumed, but, love, life, neither of them can be properly predicted or interpreted because human beings are so vastly unpredictable themselves. How does one measure how much a parent or parent's love their children? Is it how much time they spend with them? Or, is it how much they spend on them? Maybe it can be measured simply by how many times they say 'I love you'?
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Feb. 5
"What should we name our son dear?" A woman with long brown hair asked her husband. A man with long blond hair tied back in a ponytail and a short beard smiled, he gazed down at the small baby and replied,
"How does…William sound, Trisha?"
"Perhaps…" his wife smiled.
"No? All right then…" the man laughed, "How about…Edward?"
"Hmmm," she smiled again, "That's a good name."
"Edward it is then!"
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One Year Later
"Edward honey, come over and say hello to your little brother."
"Mommy!" a small boy with short blonde hair, who was no more then one year old, hobbled over and tried to clime up onto his mothers' bed. He was much too small and seemed to be getting frustrated. His father, Hoenheim, walked over and picked him up from under the arms.
"Up you go!" he said setting the little boy on the bed so he could see the baby his mother was holding.
"Say hello to your little brother Alphonse."
Edward just laughed and giggled while pointing at the baby, he then crawled closer and tried to poke the baby. He satisfied his curiosity, but much to everybody's surprise, baby Alphonse burst into tears. This startled Edward and he too started to cry, both parents laughed lightly, Hoenheim picked baby Edward up and carried him off into the kitchen so Trisha and the new baby could rest.
"Now Edward," he set the boy down on a chair and knelt down so he was face to face with the one year old, "You know with the new baby, that makes you a big brother now, and it's your job to look after your little brother when we're not here." Edward just reached out and pulled on his fathers' hair.
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One Month Later
Lighting flashed and thunder crashed loudly, it was close to four o'clock in the morning, Trisha sat up in bed and looked around the room. There was a flash of lighting, which illuminated the room briefly; she then looked down at her sleeping husband before slipping out of bed slowly.
"I'm just going to check on the boys, I'll be right back."
"Hmm…ok." He replied drowsily. Trisha made her way out of the room and down the hall to the two boys' room. She opened the door slowly and peeked her head in, the room was dark and the sound of rain could be heard pounding on the roof, she took a step into the room and made her way over to the two small cribs. Pausing next to them, Trisha gazed down into the cribs, there was a second flash of lighting and a loud crash of thunder, they were empty.
"Edward? Alphonse?" Trisha started moving the blankets around in each crib just to make sure they weren't hiding under anything, "Edward! Alphonse! Where are you?" she was starting to panic as she tossed the blankets onto the floor.
"No…no, no, no…oh no…" a flash of lighting, "Noooooo!"
Hoenheim came running into the room, he'd heard his wife scream and came to investigate. As he entered the room, he found Trisha kneeling on the ground next to the two cribs, she was crying.
"May god, what happened!" he gasped, he knelt down next to her and placed his arm around her shoulder.
"Th…they're gone! Edward and Alphonse…they're gone."
-To Be Continued-