Alastair Kurenai has left his home on Earth for a world called Nachima. In that world he'll be up against The Liberators, an organization that wishes to take his key to liberate the worlds from their reliance on Key Keepers. Nothing out of the ordin...
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Alastair's mom and grandma had their backs to him. They were taking things out of the oven or putting them in and putting things on the stove or taking off the fire. His grandma put some bread rolls on a nearby granite counter. Steam was coming off of them.
The redhead's eyes sparkled as his mouth watered. Yummy bread!
He reached for one on the top of the pile. The boy yelped and dropped it back onto the pile.
His grandma sighed as she wiped her hands on a red towel. "So, the little rodent got burned."
Alastair pouted. "It's kitty, not rodent!"
His grandma laughed. "Baby rats are called kittens too."
The little boy furrowed his eyebrows. Why? Baby kitties were kittens. Why did they have to share that name with the baby rats?
"Didn't Oji used to have pet rats?" his mom asked.
"He did. He loved those things almost like they were his own children. I wasn't fond of them, but I respected his choice. I just kept away from them."
"Oh, yeah. Hiko used to help him feed them." Lena came over and inspected her son's hand. "You need to be careful, Atty. Even if you're hungry. Grandma put those rolls aside, because they still need to cool."
The golden-eyed boy hung his head. "Okay..."
"Why don't you go play?" Lena suggested. "It's still going to be a little while before we can eat dinner."
"Okay."
Ding-dong!
Who was at the door? Aunt Jojo was already here since she was helping make their big dinner. She didn't need to go outside to take a bathroom break.
Lena smiled at her son. "Let's go see who's at the door. Daddy and Grandpa might be a little too busy with their TV in the garage."
When his mom opened the door, Uncle and his family were there. His wife smiled at them. His son was riding on his big shoulders.
"It's nice to see you all. No Tea or Dill?"
"They're at Hannah's," Uncle's wife said. "Hiko wanted them to not have to cook today."
"You wanted to come to our Thanksgiving?" his mom asked.
Uncle gave his mom a funny look.
"Alright. I won't press the issue." His mom sighed. "It's chilly. Come in."
Uncle set his son on the ground. "Why don't you go play until dinnertime, Lan?"
Uncle's son took a white bag from his mom. "Okay!"
The little black-haired boy ran away.
Ding-dong!
Who else was coming to dinner? Some turkeys? Santa? The Easter bunny?
