once upon a time, i saw a documentary called âmarch of the penguins.â  i loved it so.  and it inspired me to create a story in my never-ending mind.  said story has developed through several talks with myself and others.  i will try to write it in several series because itâs too cute for one ⌠so here it goes âŚ.
chapter 1:  it begins âŚ
there is my bare-chested daddy standing by the deep blue ocean water and waving to us.  he is wearing his favorite bright blue and yellow hawaiian shorts.  his jet-black wavy hair, which matches his equally black mustache, slightly waves as the gentle breeze quietly storms through.  he is a scientist.  the smartest scientist in the world.  and the blonde lady donning a modest yellow one-piece swimsuit standing next to him, thatâs my my mom.  she is a teacher.  the smartest teacher in the world.  and the little girl playing in the sand wearing the cutest yellow with blue polka-dots two-piece baby bikini.  thatâs me. my name is ella.  iâm four. i think. Â
I was building a sand castle, or more like a big mountain of sand, when i saw in the corner of my very little right brown eye something small and black waddling around the water. Â i put my face closer to the thing. Â it finally opens its eyes. Â *blink* *blink* Â oh my god! Â itâs a pet. Â
âDaddy! Â Daddy!â Â i screamed as i picked up The Pet and threw it up in the air. Â
Shaken and surprised, my parents came rushing towards me.
âWhatâs wrong ella?â inquired my loving mother.
âi have a pet. Â i want to name him pat.â i gushed and showed them the smallest penguin you can ever find. Â i cradled him in my arms like i did with my baby dolls.
âisnât he so cute?â Â i added. Â pat just looked lovingly into my eyes and my parents. Â and then mine. Â then my parents. Â then mine. Â *blink* *blink* *blink*
âoh no.â Â i looked up at my mom. Â her right hand covered her open mouth. Â she had a worried look on her face. Â my dad just stood there with his right arm around her. Â he pushed back his black rimmed glasses up his nose.
âhe can sleep with me. Â in my room. Â pleaaaaaase.â Â i begged. Â
âwell, i am a scientist and you are a teacher. Â iâm sure we can try to build him a home, right?â my dad replied as he looked at my mom. Â my dad. Â heâs my hero. he would do anything for me. Â even help me keep a pet penguin!!!!
âyay!â Â i looked at pat who looked slightly confused. Â but, such confusion quickly turned into happiness when i gave him the biggest hug i can give a small pet penguin.
as we drove home that day from the beach, i knew my life had changed. all of our lives had changed. Â i turned next to me and saw Pat all buckled up in my old baby seat. Â i smiled. Â Pat just stared blankly at me. Then he blinked and flapped his little wings. He seemed happy. I turned to my father and caught his eye in the rearview mirror. Â he eyes smiled. Â i smiled. Â i saw him quietly put his right hand on top of my motherâs left leg. Â i smiled even more. Â i looked out my window and saw the houses flashing by as the neighborhood grew increasingly more familiar. Â we were in our way home. Â
