~memory, 9 years old~
Dad? *I looked up at him - tall, blonde, strong, a breed warrior,
protector and my father. It felt really good to call him that and to
know that I was safe and loved by my new family.* Can you make me a
garden? One with a million bajilion flowers? *I grab his arm and bat
my eyes* Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaasssseeee???
