A/N: This was just a short little piece I wrote out of boredom of how Ushio explains her family and a small past. Really short and all….soo….yeah….
I don't own Clannad or any of the characters.
My story
My mother was never strong. She was weak; her body had been cursed by a disease that plagued her for life. She was sick a lot.
Even without sickness, she cried a lot. When something was happy, tears would flow in rejoice. When things were sad, she pitied them with comfort.
Her tears were what made her my mother.
I love my mother.
My grandfather and grandmother were kind.
How sensitive my grandmother was. I learned very early that even if her bread was to crawl off the plate, I was to smile, take a bite, and thank her with the outmost gratitude.
I didn't mind though, strangely enough I enjoyed it.
Grandfather often taunted the bread, offered to play baseball with it a few time. He was caught a lot, it ending with the routine running of the neighborhood, his mouth overflowing with her creation screaming "I LOVE IT!" through the streets.
It became traditions to watch the marathon.
He was a good runner.
A better pitcher.
I love my grandparents.
All of them.
I never knew my paternal grandmother; she died a long time before I was born. But my grandfather was gentle. He didn't talk a lot, and his eyes seemed sad, but I hold him to high regards.
My father didn't talk to him for a while. When I was real young. But something changed him. He had trouble with the law. He was still in prison during my birth. It was when I was about three that he was released. My father took me for visits.
I never knew why my father changed.
He smiles a lot, sometimes for no reason.
When I ask him why, he simply responds by saying that it was because "everything turned out right."
I used to never understand.
'How else were things supposed to turn out?' I had wondered.
When I questioned him this, I was still very young, perhaps five.
'Maybe you'll understand when you're older.' He'd smile again.
I learned a lot since then.
I learned how dangerous it was, for mother to have me. That there was large chance neither of us would make it. That the roads were snowed in that day, we couldn't make it to the hospital. This was the time my mother showed her strength. She was determined to have me.
We both made it.
Perhaps that what father meant.
Maybe he was still grateful for that day. Had he lost my mother, I knew things wouldn't be the same. Had he lost me, I suppose I wouldn't even know the difference, my eyes would never have gotten to see the world as it is today.
He was protective of us both, mother he always cared for, as for me, he made sure that we always bonded. We always had time together.
I love my father.
A smile falls on my face, the same that my father uses a lot.
It's funny what you think of when you realize that the life you knew was no longer there.
Today is the day I start anew.
My graduation.
As of today, I will be of the society. Of the people. Like my mother and father. I've worked hard, as she had; I've made friends, as they both have. I even have a boyfriend.
One of both my parents' approval.
I look out, the crowd of many familiar faces. My family, my friends. They look back; their expressions show the pride they hold by simply knowing me.
I my lips remain in a crescent shape, closing my eyes as I await for my name. For I know, that once it's called, once I hold that diploma in my hand; my life ends. But at the same time...my life begins.
My name is
"Okazaki Ushio!"
And this is my story.