Masked

Chapter 3

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOFIA!!!"

She just got home and everybody was so happy.

"Look what I go you Sofia! It's a brand new teddy bear."

It was such a great birthday party. She got everything she asked for and she was so grateful for it. She thanked everyone with a hug, from her and her new teddy bear.

"Alright Sofia come sit down, it's time for your cake!" Helen said.

We all sang happy birthday to her and boy was she happy. Nothing could ruin her day. After the party she said to me.

"Daddy?"

"What's up Buttercup?"

"Next year can I have a chocolate cake?"

"Of course you can, we'll get you a chocolate cake, with chocolate ice cream, and chocolate syrup and chocolate chips." I said. "We'll even get you a chocolate house. Does that sound good?"

She giggled. "Daddy you can't make a chocolate house!"

"Watch me, for you I'll make a chocolate mansion."

"I love you Daddy."

"I love you too Sofia."

When Helen got home I told her about what happened. She read through my article and told me that she simply didn't believe it. In response, I turned the T.V. to the news channel. They were showing the bank surveillance footage of the robbery and how the superhero stopped the bullet with nothing but his chest. I told her how with this story I could even get a raise at the newspaper office. She seemed genuinely happy with the news and I did too. We watched T.V. together for a while and then went to bed.

When I woke up Helen had already left for work. She works at the local kindergarten and has to wake at 5:30 to get ready. I usually don't get up until around eight. I turned on the news to see if there was any updates on the superhero story, there wasn't. It seemed that after his big revealment he was gone. I guess that he didn't have a lot to do seeing as we live in a relatively quiet town, but even then, he had become famous all over town in twenty four hours. You'd think he would at least want to tell everyone what his superhero name so we can stop calling him "the superhero." Since I finished my report yesterday I drove up to the office and had it turned in. I was competing with about seventeen other reporters for this one story, and who could blame them? This is the story of a lifetime, anybody would want their name on it. The chief editor said that he would look them over tonight and have the winning story published in tomorrow's edition. I drove to the supermarket to get the groceries and as promised, got a box of Frosted Flakes. When I got home Helen was asleep on the couch, which was strange. She usually doesn't home until five, but it wasn't even two yet. I figured I'd ask her about it once she woke up. I laid a blanket over and went up to Sofia's room.

"Hey kiddo, I got you your Frosted Flakes."

"So your birthday is in a month, you excited?"

"I'll make you your chocolate mansion just like I said."

"And we'll get you your chocolate cake alright?"

"I love you Sofia."