Morning

Tears Began To Trickle Down The Boys Face, About To Call Out Once More When A Familiar Voice Reached Him. Whipping Around While Skidding To A Halt, He Ceased His Tears And Ran Up To His Mother. "Momma! I Didn't Know Where You Were! Where's Papa?" He Knew He Hadn't Seen His Father In A While, But He Wasn't Exactly Sure How Long It Had Been Since. His Heart Pounded As He Rubbed Against His Mothers Legs, Tentatively Licking Her Chest As He Whined In Relief.

At Last He Steadied His Breath, Standing Still As He Gazed Up At His Mother. Her Red And Blue Eyes Were Much Different Then His, Vibrant And Clear. His Were More Of A Honey Color, And He Wasn't Entirely Sure If He Liked That About Himself. She Was A Much Darker Color, As Was His Father. Why Did He Have To Be The Color Of Dirt? He Wished He Could Be Different, Maybe He Would Change When He Was Older? Pushing That Fleeting Thought Away, He Returned His Attention To Pamela As He Then Eagerly Awaited. "I'm Hungry, Momma." Waiting For Her Response To His Sheepish Question.