I don't think I spent enough time on Tarrant, Tarra, and Mirana's childhood, so here are some memories in this short, extra chapter :) I actually did a drawing like the one Tarra did in this chapter.

And just a reminder- if you haven't caught it yet- Tarrant doesn't quite have his hat yet…He has a hat, not his hat ;) Review! I hope to add one more chapter by the end of tonight!

Tarrant Hightopp, 14 years old

I walked through my house slowly, letting the memories flood my mind. Today was a good day, a day when I could remember my times with Mira and Tarra and not burst into tears, earning funny looks from Nennie or Tyler. So, as I walked down the halls and passed Tarra's room, I smiled. And I thought back to, probably, my first tea party.

Tarrant, 5 years old

"Tarrant! Come on! Daddy wants to show us som'fin!" shouted my sister, running outside. I grinned and followed her quickly, more excited than I've ever been. Sure enough, sitting on our front lawn was a long table covered in cups and plates and desserts and napkins- everything imaginable.

Daddy was sitting at the head of the table, his red hair flying everywhere in the wind. He had a huge smile on his face as he gestured for us to sit down. I jumped up onto the chair, seeing that everyone had joined us- Tarrance, Trina, Trent, Tori, and Tommy. Mommy sat next to Daddy, sipping on tea. I wasn't surprised to see the younger kids just drinking milk; they were far too young to have tea. However, I had a tiny cup in front of me with the smallest amount of tea in it. I picked it up and tasted it, immediately loving it. I gulped the rest of it down and searched for more. I found some, and poured just a little bit. I drank that too and sat back. My tummy was full and warm with my drink. I picked up a cookie that Tarra had placed on my plate and began sucking on it instead of biting into it. My teeth were loose and it hurt to bite things.

**End Memory 1**

I walked a little farther into Tarra's room, taking a deep breath as I saw her possessions. I ran my hand over the tiny drawing she had been working on before she died.

Tarrant, 9 years old

"What're you working on, Tarra?" I asked, studying the drawing she was doing. It showed her, me, and Mira standing in a line backwards, holding hands behind our backs. Her quill swooped over the parchment. The lines she made were so perfect, so confident, and so straight. She was a brilliant Artist. She got the small curl of Mira's hair just right, my height was exact, and her own body was so close to the real Tarra.

"A birthday present. It's for Mira, you know. I can't wait to give it to her!" she exclaimed happily. I left, leaving her to her wonderful work.

**End Memory 2**

I slowly left Tarra's room, reminding myself to give that picture to Mirana soon. I wandered around until I came to my room, remembering the first time I'd brought Mirana here.

Tarrant Hightopp, 8 years old

"Are you sure we're going the right way? This is taking an awfully long time," she commented, stumbling behind me. We reached my house quite a while later. She tried to stop and talk to all the children individually, but they were in no mood to talk. They were still a bit sad over Father's death.

"Come on! Don't worry about everyone else- they can meet you later!" I shouted, dragging my friend through the door. We stumbled up the stairs and into my bedroom. I slammed the door shut and turned around, seeing her start to go through my things. I should've felt like my privacy was violated, but I wasn't. She found my draw of Things, and slowly picked through them. When she picked up some Things, I saw her smile. Other Things made her frown. Honestly, I just wanted to see her Happy.

"What's this?" she asked, holding up a little sketch I'd done. I smirked and snatched it rudely out of her hands. It was something I was planning on making her.

**End Memory 3**

And I've yet to finish. I sighed and walked to my Draw of Things and picked up the paper. I stuffed it into my pocket, making a mental note to finish it before her 16th birthday- her most important of them all. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen to fix myself a pot of tea.

K, so I know that was really short but I'm super busy and I just wanted to get that up here! During the holidays, updates are going to be few and far in between unfortunately. Be patient! Happy Holidays everyone!