To my son
by Youkaiko
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I remember when Koushirou was just a tiny baby. The hospital called us because his parents died. We went to the hospital to see him. He was so frightened. I picked him up and held him in my arms, and he stopped crying. He would be the child we never had.
Now I see him as he is now, so much older. He is asleep on his bed, his red hair looking messy, still wearing the clothes he wore today. I stand in his doorway, listening to his even breathing.
When he was a little boy, we lived in Hikarigaoka. We moved after we heard about the terrorist bombings. I didn't know that it was a digital monster making the commotion. Koushirou knew. So we moved to another prefecture. In fourth grade, I remember how scared I was about the whole Digimon thing. But my son... he helped to save the lives of everyone in Tokyo... later, the entire world...
I always knew he was trustworthy. Even if it was something on the computer that I didn't understand, he would never do anything to hurt me.
Now that he is older, he is always embarassed when I do something for him. I don't mind too much, because he tells me when he is going out or if something is happening that I should know of.
I notice an envelope on his desk. I walk into his room, to his desk. Written in neat handwriting is the word "Okaasan". I open it, and inside is a letter, written in his best hand.
Okaasan--
I'm not very good at talking about feelings. I am a computer expert. But, for your sake, I will try. All that I know to say to you is thank you for being such a wonderful mother to me. Though you are not my true mother, you are more dear to me than anyone else. I'm sorry I don't tell you that I appreciate everything you do for me. I love you.
--Koushirou
The End.
(For my Grams)
by Youkaiko
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I remember when Koushirou was just a tiny baby. The hospital called us because his parents died. We went to the hospital to see him. He was so frightened. I picked him up and held him in my arms, and he stopped crying. He would be the child we never had.
Now I see him as he is now, so much older. He is asleep on his bed, his red hair looking messy, still wearing the clothes he wore today. I stand in his doorway, listening to his even breathing.
When he was a little boy, we lived in Hikarigaoka. We moved after we heard about the terrorist bombings. I didn't know that it was a digital monster making the commotion. Koushirou knew. So we moved to another prefecture. In fourth grade, I remember how scared I was about the whole Digimon thing. But my son... he helped to save the lives of everyone in Tokyo... later, the entire world...
I always knew he was trustworthy. Even if it was something on the computer that I didn't understand, he would never do anything to hurt me.
Now that he is older, he is always embarassed when I do something for him. I don't mind too much, because he tells me when he is going out or if something is happening that I should know of.
I notice an envelope on his desk. I walk into his room, to his desk. Written in neat handwriting is the word "Okaasan". I open it, and inside is a letter, written in his best hand.
Okaasan--
I'm not very good at talking about feelings. I am a computer expert. But, for your sake, I will try. All that I know to say to you is thank you for being such a wonderful mother to me. Though you are not my true mother, you are more dear to me than anyone else. I'm sorry I don't tell you that I appreciate everything you do for me. I love you.
--Koushirou
The End.
(For my Grams)