Author's Note: Thinking back on the first game...the first thought that came to my mind was…Harry is a wonderful and caring father.

Birthday

The smell of birthday cake was in the air, and the sound of paper being ripped open was heard. Harry Mason watched with a smile on his face as a young girl was ripping into a box with tiny eager fingers. Little Heather squealed with delight as she held up a tee-shirt, proudly displaying it to her father. She had no one else at the party expect for her father.

They had to move around so much that Heather didn't have enough time to make friends.

Harry looked off into the distance as Heather reached over to grab another gift. While Heather seemed to be a happy and healthy child, Harry was unsure if moving around was such a good thing for her. The apartment was quiet and lonely. These facts seemed to become clearer thanks to the lackluster birthday party.

Heather looked up from the most recent present she opened-a sketchbook-to her quiet father. She was surprised by the sight of tears running down his cheeks.

"Daddy? Are you okay?" She asked, wondering if she had done something to make her father cry. Harry looked down at his daughter, sniffling as he tried to wipe the tears away. Heather's face was full of concern, and he could see tears starting to form in her eyes.

"Y-Yeah, Heather. I'm okay…" Harry mumbled, looking down at the pile of wrapping paper as he wiped the remains of his tears away. He didn't want his daughter to be upset on her birthday.

Heather hummed a small tune as she started to doodle in the sketchbook, ignoring the fact that there were other gifts to be opened. She liked to draw. She liked it so much that the fridge was overcrowded with her pictures.

'Just like Cheryl....' Harry thought sadly, only there was one small difference. Cheryl had friends over on her birthday parties.

As Heather was coloring in what seemed to be a house, Harry reached over and patted her head softly. 'Am I really what's best for her? Is this the life that Alessa wanted me to give her? A life without any friends?'

"Heather...aren't you sad that you don't have anyone else celebrating your birthday with you?" Harry asked sadly, looking up at his daughter.

"No. I'd rather spend the day with you, Daddy."