Ember's Diary.

Chapter 3 Excitement

Mama took the wash cloth from the sink and started wiping up the gravy off the table. Nevaeh wiggled in her seat again. Mama fixed our plates and i sat down and played with it with my fork. I cant eat. I couldn’t possibly when im so excite. My daddy's coming home! I couldn’t believe it "Ember" Mama said. "yes mama" I said as i jumped a little snapping out of my trance like thinking. "are you okay sweetie?" she asked concerned. "yes mama" I said "im just excited is all." "being excited like the rest of us dosnt mean starve." She said "eat" I looked over at Nevaeh who's plate was almost empty. I wonder how long iv been sitting here. I looked over at Aaron who had most of his food on his face instead of in his stomach. I looked down at my food. It was still warm so i couldn’t have been sitting here long. I stuck my fork into my food and started eating.

               After i was finished eating i took my little brother and sister outside to play and i sat of the porch swing watching them. They knew daddy had gone away and they knew he was coming home but they’re to young to understand the he's been fighting for our safety for the past 4 months. They have no clue what he has been doing to make sure we have a safe place to live and that the Russians don’t ruin it. It show's how much he loves us. How much he wants us to live happy and strong. If he only knew that we needed him here. But then again maybe i don’t understand it all myself.

             I looked over at My little brother ,only three and he already looks so much like our father. Reddish- orange hair and hazel eyes. Strong and brave, a warrior at heart i can already see. I watched the sun light reflected off of his pale skin as he picked up a fake sward to slay some imaginary Foe. I looked over at nevaeh, picking flowers. Sitting there in a purple dress mama had gotten her. The sun dancing off of her dark brown hair and the stars in her green eyes as she examined a flower. She looks so much like mama. I wonder what she thinks about. She’s mostly quiet and keeps to herself. She’s smart like mama too.

          I on the other hand are both. I have Dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I am strong and I’m not afraid to fight for what i believe in, but i also have a sensitive side like mama.  I looked down at my feet and realized that i was still wearing my baby blue pajama pants and daddy's Old Hollywood undead t-shirt. I’m still wearing my slippers as well, but i don’t care. I looked over and found mama looking at us through the window. I wonder what she thinks about all of this. About us, and about daddy and the War...