It twas an early morning in the Shjoring household. The dim light came from the two windows in the kitchen as the household mother prepared breakfast for her family. Her two daughters were slowly getting ready for school still half asleep. All was quiet except for the sizzling of the meat on the stove, it wasn't usually so quiet, but the father of the house had to leave early for work on this special day. Why it was so special to him it was unknown.
The silence was finally broken when the youngest, Xiraku who was age of four, asked her mother, " Where's Daddy?"
"He left early for work, sweetheart. Now, eat your breakfast and co