Disclaimer- I dont own anything but Amadaus...
Authors note: Hey guys!well this is it the end, the finale for this story... sorry this took so long! my computer decided it hated me and crashed and took all my files with it...stupid computer...anywho! hope you like this! I may write a sequel depending on your reviews. This is from Amadaus's POV
Questions.
I ask lots of these.
But I never seem to get very good answers.
Why can't I go into the woods?
Why can't I play sports?
Why doesn't Daddy sleep?
Why does Aunt Rosie hate me?
Answers.
I never get any of these.
Sometimes I get half answers, as if I shouldn't know the whole truth.
Because your too little to be outside by your self.
Because we don't want you getting hurt.
Well tell you when you're older.
Silence. There is always silence and a sad look. Mommy hugs me but I don't want a hug, I want an answer.
I know I'm different from the other kids. I know I can run faster and hit harder then any of them.
But does that make me truly different?
Does it make me a freak?
An outcast?
A loner?
Will it doom me to forever ask questions?
Never getting answers only half truths.
Will you answer my questions?
Or will you leave me to ponder?
Forever wondering why?
I know someday you'll answer.
But right now it's too hard.
So Ill wait.
And think of new questions.
So that brings me to this.
"Daddy where do Babies come from?"
Poor ed...anywho...Bye guys! Please read and review!
