Kyler was now at the young green age of one year and a half. However he had seen enough death to last a lifetime. At least, it seemed like enough to him for now. It's as if Shakespeare decided to write another tragity to remind others that their life is pretty good. Ky knew though that he couldn't be the only one in the world to have lost his parents. But the chances of also losing your aunty and any other living creature you came in contact with seemed more slim. The bitterness that his father never told him he was his father was still floating in the liquids of his mind like a tree branch in a river. Not to mention it was the stupid mans fault that his mother died. His too of course for having even being born. The now skinny looking pup frowned
