I See You, Mother!
My fingers are dancing, traipsing along pages, crawling, stepping, stumbling, and running. I see you, mother! Your freckled face frowning down at me as I lay in wonderment of your steely glare. You were the dawn of every morning, the light in the darkness before your hands covered my face.
Brian The Brave
Once upon a cold wintry time, in a city far and away from the origins of his ancestors, lived a young cockroach named Brian. An adventurous insect with all the energies of youth and curiosities abound, his antennae quickening those senses that directed him along daunting and often dangerous paths.