And the legacy rolls on and on
You may not know my name yet but my life is marred with tragedy from before I was born. It makes sense, just trust me. First of all, this is my mother. Tosha. She, it seems, is obsessed with nightclothes.
And astronomy.
And this is my cousin Relena. I find her very strange for a girl thing
Relena: Daddy! Lookit me!
Relena: I'm cute!
My grandparents were still very much old and very close.
And very gassy.
Parker: Dat wasn’t me.
Of course, Father recorded this all in his autobiography.
Dash: Should I say Dad farted five times or six?
And then, well, the first tragedy struck.
Mea: You’re dancing like a loon, dear.
Mea: Dear? Are you okay?
Mea: Oh no!
Mea: How could you leave me like this?
Parker: Sorry, sweethaht.
Parker: Please let me live! For love!
Death: SORRY, NO.
Mea: ….
Of course I heard all that second hand because I was doing other things at the time.
Dash: Gotta run gotta run gotta run…
Meet me. My parents decided Heero was an apt name. Though I suppose it is a lot to live up to.
And this is my sister, Trowa.
My grandmother remained strange.
Mea: Oh, Heero. You’re going to grow up big and strong and not die at our first date in ages. T_T
And my Father attempted the very earliest stages of social conditioning on my young mind.
Dash: Oh, Heero, you’re gonna grow up to be just like me.
Trowa got similar attention.
Tosha: Who is my pudding baby darling boo!
And soon it was time for my father to become middle aged.
Tosha: Yeah baby! -toot-
Dash: Watch where you’re blowing that horn!
Dash: Hurry up! I’m starving!
Of course, upon middle age, my Father became constantly worried about work. Constantly studying to get ahead of the curve.
Dash: I’m gonna get fired and then we’ll all live on the streets and …..
Meanwhile my grandmother continued mourning.
Mea: Parker…
Mea: Did I tell you your father…
Dash: Yes, Mom, a thousand times. I…I gotta read up for work.
Mea: Bawww
Rarity: It’ll be okay mom. D:
Mea: This life is so empty without Parker. At least you are cute.
Relena: You better believe it.
Thankfully, my parents continued to make the best of the situation
Tosha: Hey, baby
Tosha: Wanna come over on to my side of the tub?
Though I am not sure how “hot tubbing” can be considered fun, they nonetheless enjoyed it.
Then, on the eve of our birthday.
My grandmother decided to, to use the colloquial term, kick the bucket.
Dash: Mom?
Dash: Momm
Dash: Mom, why!
Dash: I guess we better age you up, too, buddy.
I supposed he had better.
Fortunately it worked and I remained a genius.
The square peg goes into the square hole.
See? What did I tell you?
Trowa: Yes, brother, you are quite amazing.
I learned all the things a toddler must. Walking…
Intense negotiations with the lower orders…
Heero: Hear me, doll, you will be played with.
Physics…
Heero: Father, I fear I will break if you drop me.
Dash: Whose my little puddin’ head!
Trowa: Good lord, but you’re a dork.
As we learned, life went on. Uncle Apple Jack purchased a new horse named Twilight.
Who got along with Big Macintosh well.
And was otherwise most acceptable.
Uncle Celestia stopped by as well, much to the perturbence of my Father.
Celestia: See, if I were heir…
Dash: Really, Celest?
And Apple Jack Continued riding.
Of course, I know what you’re thinking.
This update should be more about us cuties, shouldn’t it?
Yes it should, Mr. Fuzzybunny.
So.
Trowa, learned to potty.
Dash: Oh god, she doesn’t know it yet. What if she never learns? What if she’s in diapers forever?
And also look cute on the floor.
I enjoyed the glory that is milk.
Seriously, what do they put into this stuff?
And of course we were both doted on…
And skilled ourselves.
Trowa: This yellow triangle goes in the yellow aperture.
Trowa: See?
Heero: Quite.
Twilight soon aged.
And then it was our turn.
Trowa: I’m not interested in parties, really.
Dash: Oh my god. Two cakes and a maid? We’re going to go broke forever!
Heero: Father, is that your phone ringing?
Dash: Gotta take this call. Hurry up and blow out the candles. Comeon comeon
Heero: I do believe it is.
Dash: Woo! There, I woo’d! This is a work call! I’m gonna be fired if I don’t answer!
Heero: Oh, very well.
Tosha: There we go my little Heero-wobbles!
Trowa garnered a fascination in horses. Grooming them…
Watching them spookily…
Trowa: I am going to ride you to the moon…
Whereas I developed much more refined tastes.
Heero: I call this…
Heero: Holes in the canvas.
And of course Relena aged up as well.
Relena: Go away, kid. You bother me.
Heero: Likewise.
And that, Mr. Fluffybunny, is the story of our tragic beginning.
And now this amazing boy is going to get something to eat.
Trowa: ….Amazing what? Okay, that’s it, I’m telling the story next.