When I was nine, I went to live with a private teacher. A year later, my dad died. My mom died when I was fourteen. I didn't attend either funeral. My brothers were born when I was eight, and I had never spoken to them after I left. So I was a little surprised when I got a letter telling me that one of them and his dog was being put in my custody. At first I was confused; why only one of my brothers? Then the realization dawned on me. One of them was dead. And I had never gotten to know him. I was devastated.
My roommate, Hughes, tried to make me feel better, but he wasn't much help. I really missed Lizzy, my teacher's daughter. She would know what to do. But she wasn't here now. I hadn't seen her since I left for college two years ago.
So Hughes and I had to find a way to fit three people and a dog into our two bedroom apartment. Luckily, Hughes was moving in with his fiance (Gracia) soon, so he got the couch.
When I went to pick up my brother, I couldn't help myself, I had to say it. "Dude, you're short!"
I could've sworn that dog rolled it's eyes at the boys hissy fit.
-Roy Mustang