Disclaimer: I don't own digimon. Such a shame!
Broken Home
I stand alone outside in the storm, letting the rains soak me to the bone. I watch the happy family across the street decorating their Christmas tree. The mother and father are laughing at the children, and then the parents smile at each other. I watch them often, and wish that I had a family that cared about me. T.K. was too young too remember what it was like before, when we were a family. When she left she only took T.K. with her. She said it was only temporary, but I knew better, even then I knew why she didn't take me too. Because of who I am. As she said to me more than once in anger, Your just like your father Matt Ishida! And I am. I can't show my emotions. Just like my father. How many times did she try to get some emotion from him? She just wanted to hear him say he loved her. She wanted him to come home on time, spend more time with us, than his work. She wanted to be loved. It's not his fault either. Dad just can't show his emotions. Although he cares, it stays deep inside him. Like me. But what we feel is so buried that nobody can help us find it. Someone knocks at the door, but I stare up at the cold and distant sky. T.K. comes out into the pouring rain, and hugs me. Maybe, just maybe I am wrong, maybe I do have a family that cares.