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Who He is Today
Chiro never meet his parents, but he held his baby sisters.
He was never one to be babied; he babied others around him.
He was always considered strong; he tried so hard to get the tears out.
He learned how to be a leader even before the arrival of the monkey team; he still had SO much to learn.
He was the one hurt the worst; he wouldn't let anyone help him until the others who got hurt received help first.
He grew up too fast at too young of an age. Sure, he went to out to safely party with friends, but he always had to go home and take care of others. An abusive orphanage can do a lot to a person, and it did just that to Chiro.
He was the adult, but he was only a child.
He had to learn the skills to be a doctor; he didn't always doctor himself before going to sleep at night.
He took care of others; he forgot to take care of himself.
He had to be the therapist; it took him a long time to get over most of his problems.
What the monkey team doesn't know about Chiro is: Chiro is one of the happiest boys around.
He had fallen; he was back on his feet yet again.
He lost his mind; he had a fun time finding it again.
He felt loved from those around him; he knew that would never change.
If they gave him a time machine, he wouldn't want to change a thing.
If they gave him the chance to meet and live with his parents, he'd refuse; he already had a family. His family was two older brothers, six sisters, and six robot monkeys.
He may not have had the best life, but he knew he didn't have the worst.
He is happy he broke the cycle of abuse; he will always be troubled because of this cycle.
He learned to forgive; he doesn't want to learn how to forget.
He has a home, a roof above his head, food in his stomach, people who love him; he ALWAYS had ALL these things.
The boy would smile at the good memories he held on to from the past; he happily looked to the future.
Everything that happened in the past has made him who he is today.
