It is now 3 years after Hero's birthday, he is now 4 years old. Hero asks like his father the most, he helps herobrine with things because Hero loved doing them too, especially with Herobrine. Hero always helps his father but not me, I'm a guy too but he probably made me his least favorite. I hate that too I'm fun, I'm nice, what am I doing wrong. One day I'll figure it out and Herobrine will both be the favorite. I was going to Hero and Hero said (Hero) Can I have a snack mommy? I was a guy but I'm his mommy, (Steve) Alright Hero, what kind of snack do you want? (Hero) I want a apple, cut up with peanut butter on the side. (Steve) Ok sweetie I'll make that for you. I picked up Hero and carried him to the kitchen, sat him down at the table and made him a snack. While he was eating Herobrine came in and said (Herobrine) Where is my snack. Hero, Herobrine, and me laughed and I gave Herobrine the same thing as I gave Hero. Herobrine was hiding something but I didn't know what.(Steve) What are you hiding? (Herobrine) you will see soon because we r going out for dinner while Hero goes to his grandma's house. I smiled and hugged Herobrine around the neck. It was night so we all went to bed and fell asleep.
