D. Gray- Man belongs to Hoshino Katsura!

Chapter 54:

"Where to now?" General Tiedoll asked as we got off the train.

"I wrote my dad a letter saying we'd be coming. He should be here with appropriate transportation.

"Your father? What's he like?"

What's my dad like? Can you say you don't really know? He's your dad! And you barely speak to him! How can you know a person you barely speak to?

"He looks like me and well, basically I'm exactly like him." Which I was, I was far more like my father than like my mother.

My mother was a gentle spirit. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, she was slim, she sang really nicely and could sew really well. She was kind, soft, gentle, happy- good. She was simply good.

My dad was rough, blunt, stubborn and a hard worker. He cared a lot about us. He worked really hard to provide for the family. He was a red head with blue eyes like me. Or should I say that I was like him?

I was the only one in my family like him.

My youngest brother was nine now, last time I was here he climbed on my like a monkey, hugging and kissing me. He was just like my mother in personality and looks. He was really cute, his name was Tim.

Then I had two older brothers.

One was three years older than me, with blue eyes, dirty blonde hair and a mischievous grin. His name was Paul.

And my oldest brother was also a blue eyed, platinum blonde guy. He was five years older than me and married with two kids. His name was James. His wife had brown eyes and brown hair, her name was Suzan. And their two kids were named John and Abigail. They were five and three, two beautiful kids with blonde hair, John had blue eyes and Abigail had hazel eyes.

"Hannah! Over here!" I heard a familiar voice yell.

"Dad!" I ran at my dad and flung myself at him. He picked me up and spun me in a circle, like he always did. I kissed him on the cheek. "I love you dad, it's great to see you."

"I love you too, Tich. Glad you're safe." My dad kissed me back.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Litle." General Tiedoll came up to my father extending a hand. "I'm Froi Tiedoll."

"Henry Litle, call me Henry." My father shook his hand warmly and smiled. "Come, we have a long ride ahead and a big meal waiting for us at home!"

I smiled and placed an arm around my dad.

He took my bag and placed an arm around my waist and started to tell me what was going on at home.

I was so happy I was sure I could fly.