konekonekonaito

When I was little, my mom used to carry me everywhere. She would cradle my pudgy pale body and rock me back and forth, watching me as I cuddled close to her warm body. My mom's eyes were big and blue, but were always terribly sad when they saw me. On the days when her eyes would become so glossy raindrops fell off her face, my mom would roll up my dress sleeve to reveal a delicate bangle resting around my wrist. "Your number suits you…sweet like berries…" she would coo in my ear, "Palmer and Rodney don't have numbers as sweet as yours." Her voice would weaken and shake whenever I asked what my number was. I didn't understand why it

    "Mr. Koto, of the triple threat triad has been brought in yesterday by our chief of police, Toph Beifong. She single handedly cau-" Toph flipped off the radio. She was sick of hearing the boring announcers voice. She wanted to hear something else other than about Koto. She had spent three months tracking the leader of the new group that called themselves the Triple Threat Triad. They wreaked havoc on innocent non bending and bending citizens of Republic City, her city.     Her train of thoughts shut off as she "heard" her daughters sleepy footsteps try and creep into her room. Listening to the door