myheadisaprison | {For you, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

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Lisa Snart just had her fifth birthday three weeks ago and only one person acknowledged it. Her father was too busy drinking and working and ignoring her to care if she even had a bath today. And she hasn't seen her mother in almost two weeks. She left for work one day and hasn't come home since. Lisa doesn't know where she is....and her dad tells her not to ask questions. No, it was her grandfather. The sweet kindly man who thought she was precious and doted on her as much as he was allowed. He too had no idea where Lisa's mother had gone but he had been trying to help find her as well as helping Lewis take care of Lisa..since it was painfully obvious the man had no desire to take care of her himself.

Lisa misses her brother too, he's been gone for almost 8 months now. Of course a five year old doesn't really understand the measurement of time passing beyond several days at a time. To her she just knows that it's been a long time since she's seen him but her grandfather makes sure to tell him that he's alright. He's been to see him and check up on him after all. He's also going to be there to pick him up when he is finally released.

It's about noon on a Friday. She's been home alone for 6 hours now, typical of her day since her mom left unless her grandpa stops by. She's watching TV, her stomach growling because daddy forgot to make her breakfast again and they're out of bread..so she can't make herself a cheese sandwich. She has some crackers but she knows if she eats them now she will be even hungrier later. She really hopes grandpa comes by soon. Maybe he'll make her some mac and cheese...or even just a grilled cheese. She'd like that. Nothing fancy..just something warm would be nice.

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notjustalostcause

Eight months is a long time by just about any standards, but it seems to go even slower inside the detention center. The only real break in the monotony of the routine they've laid out for him are the days when his grandpa comes by. It's nice to know someone gives a damn, even if it's not the person who, by all accounts, should beyond all reason. The old man has been the most steady, positive presence in his life, and Leonard appreciates him more than anyone.

But it's still a very long eight months.

He can't write letters to Lisa because she's too little, so he draws things and sends her picture instead. It's the only connection to her he has.

Until the day finally comes and he's being released. His grandpa is there to pick him up, just like he promised. He always follows through when he makes a promise. He takes him home and Leonard slips in the house. "Lise?"

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gildedshot

Lisa's head whips around to the door and her slightly dirty face lights up at the sight of her brother. She scrambles off the couch and runs to him, flinging herself against his legs and pressing her face into his hip. "LENNY!" She cries looking up at him with her impossibly big blue eyes. She's wearing her shirt inside out and backwards and her pants don't match it. Her socks are also mismatched. It is very clear that she's dressed herself. But she doesn't care honestly. She's proud of being able to dres herself.

Their grandfather comes in behind Len tutting softly at the state of the young child and carries some things he'd picked up for both his grandchildren inside.

"What do you kids say we get cleaned up and go get some lunch?" He says kindly to the children. And about that time Lisa's stomach gives a loud growl prompting her to burst out in a fit of giggles.

"The monster in my tummy want's pancakes. Is that okay? Can we go get pancakes, Lenny?"

...despite all it's failings.

{For you, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do