--- Memories ---
His vision was just about gone and his hearing wasn't that much better. She could bearly sweep the kitchen floor and meals were left to their grandchild. Mornings now started around noon-ish and bedtime was no longer the crack of dawn; more like eight pm. But their memory was still strong and they loved reliving the younger years as their grandchild moved about the house.
Riza couldn't help but smile as she faced her fiancee, Roy one night as she listened to her grandfather tell old tales from the wars long past.
"Just think... that will one day be us."
A/N - Okay, be honest... how many of you truly thought I was describing Roy and Riza at the beginning? Only thirteen to go! I thought I would never see this day... or at least within less than a year of starting. And for those superstitious of the number thirteen... I've actually gotten the last two completed already and are just waiting to be uploaded in order so really I only have eleven left.