The Birth Of Eddsworld

File entry no.1 (10/3/2003 , Monday)

6.41 am, morning ;

Today is the day that we are expecting a new child to arrive to our place at 8 am sharp.

It was stated that this young child was about 11 and a half years old when he lost his family to a murderer.

His previous neighbours and the owners and caretakers that worked in the London's Caretaking and Fostering Home have mentioned that the boy was rather....wild for his age.

They also mentioned that he was quite an unsettling child to care for that even the other workers and children within were afraid to be near him .

Rumours had spread throughout the city that it might've been the boy who had killed his own family as he was quite a peculiar child but there was no proof that could back that up .

Truth be told, the police weren't even sure if there was an attacker to begin with and the cops didn't seem to pursue the case any further assistance they couldn't find any leads on the assassin.

Though I am not one to believe in rumours and all that sorts, precaution is to be taken either way when he comes.

I was told that it was a necessary to be extra careful when he arrives by my boss .

7.21 am , morning ;

Room has been set up properly for Edden Gold's arrival.

While we were doing our rechecks to make sure that the room was designed as instructed,  I couldnt help but glance over to the little boy that watched us work from the corner from time to time.

His name was Thomas Rosewood .

Although he was a very timid, quiet and shy boi, he was indeed very obedient and rather sweet. He never caused any trouble and spent most of the time reading or colouring books.

Sometimes he would follow his friends around to play with them or pick flowers and weave them into miniature flower crowns and baskets .

He tends to give to some of the people working here or his friends.

I approached him and knelt down to his eye level with a small soft smile on my face as he held his dear teddy bear close to his chest.

The bear was almost as big as him but even then, he would never go anywhere without it being by his side.

Very dependent on it .

Not to mention that it was a gift from his parents after all , the only thing he possessed that reminded him of them.

I tried to strike up a small conversation with him and as usual, he didn't talk at all.

That was until I asked him about how his friends and his little sisters were . I also asked where they were and what they were doing at the moment.

His timid nature seemed to fade off slowly as he talked more and more about them .

I smiled down at the boy and listened on as he rambled on about them with a content and pleased look .

Such an adorable child .

It really is such a shame that he winded up in this hospital ever since his parents passed.

He would've lived a better life of it weren't for the incident .

8.00am , morning ;

Just as they had stated,  the young boy had arrived to our place and a few of the workers were now guiding the young boy to his very room , trying to keep the boy from running off and possibly causing trouble.