Misaoweaselgirlninja

          A cool night wind blew a tree branch against a small draped window, brushing soft leafs against the glass until its gentle pattering echoed off the walls. Wrapped securely in covers splattered with the face of a cheerful yellow duck, a little girl squeezed her eyes ever tighter, trying to block out the sound in an attempt to sleep. The winds gust proved to be too much, however, and soon the child gave up her futile fight and lay staring up at her bedroom ceiling. Her Ducky Momo wall clock, the one she had begged her mother to get her solely for fact that it had the face of her favorite cartoon character as the main attraction, soon

   There was a photo, old and wrinkled, that Lawrence kept in his wallet at all times. It was of his late wife, a silly grin slapped across her face, proudly holding their son with stained hands.   "You dyed his hair? Why?" He'd asked, shocked.   "Why not?" She giggled happily, and since there was no harm in it, they'd kept it.   When she passed away, Lawrence thought of letting the dye pass as well, but Ferb was adamant on keeping it. Once a month he would re-dye the fading green, and hoped that, somewhere above, his mother gave a silly grin.