Violin Concert
I turned the corner of the Sohma estate.
Tohru wasn't here, so I had come to work for her.
It had been what seemed like generations since I had seen my family,
But I couldn't give up hope.
My violin in my hand,
I walked steadily into a small room,
With flowers painted on the wall
That seemed as if they were losing their pedals,
Slowly and quiet.
There were three chairs in front of me,
Empty and silent.
But really, in my mind,
They were filled.
In the first chair sat my father,
Smiling at me in that way that made me know he loved me.
In the second chair sat Momo,
Who in reality did not even know we were related.
If only I could call her my little sister…
And then,
Best of all,
In the third chair sat Mama,
Smiling at me as if she really cared about me.
I smiled back at my imaginary friend,
Knowing she was gentle and kind.
Taking my bow,
I began to play a German harmony,
Full of life and expertise.
Never would I expect such happiness to flow into my chest,
And my ears to go red in embarrassment in front of people who didn't exist.
Tears sprung to my eyes,
Because in my visions,
By Mama's eyes, I could tell,
She remembered.
She remembered that I was her son,
And that she would love me no matter what.
I cried tears of joy,
Just standing there in front of no one,
Thinking how wonderful this fantasy would be.
How had I ever survived without my family?