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𝟲-𝟲 6th of June 2012 Sendai City Gym » 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗙𝗲𝘄 « 少数精鋭
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𝗬/𝗡'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩♡♡ ❮ 𝟭𝘀𝘁 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗩𝗶𝗲𝘄 ❯
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Her voice was always such a comforting feeling, hearing her call my name over and over was all I needed.
Her smile was another thing. Such a pure, happy smile. Dad says I got it from her, and I wouldn't stop myself from believing him.
My heart warmed at the thought of that bright smile. It's a nice feeling, isn't it? To be loved. An unconditional mother's love is the best thing for a growing child.
And my mother's love had conditions. Many of them.
It was confusing for little me to see my mother turn on me. I hadn't done anything. I was a kid, so of course I hadn't done anything.
And yet I got the brunt of it.
That's why it felt so weird coming back to Japan, coming back to my dad. He was a stranger. I hate to say it, but it's true.
Hell, for the first few years in Tokyo, I called him nothing but Ittetsu. I love my dad, but I just didn't know him.
And I didn't know my mum either.
They were both strangers to me, strangers who took care of me. Dad did it unconditionally and he actually tried, mum just... fed me.
Like a pet, one you don't want anymore but know you can't get rid of it.
The older I got, the more I realised this. And still, there was still that little girl in me that waited for my mother's text. Waited for her words of praise, of affection. Waited for a hug, a kiss.
