At times I wonder, how this weak boy manages to hold the weight of the whole world on his shoulders.
He would run upstairs, shouting my name. The creak of the sliding door was a sound I familiarised with a long time ago. Followed by a loud cry of Doraemon and incessant bawling, his high pitched voice would irritate me, leaving me with no option but to forcefully grab a gadget from my 4d pocket.
I don't know how an extremely fragile boy like him manages to survive through bully attacks, dog bites, zero marks, teachers' advice, parents' scoldings, bitter insults, and a whole lot of other things.
Sometimes, he seems like a boy who's staying on just for the sake of proving to the world that he isn't worthless. Otherwise, he just seems like an immature boy who's acting half his age.
"Why am I the only one who's stuck with this fate?"he would ask, a question which he still hasn't found the answer to.
It's hard to picture him as an adult, harder when you realise that he's never really working for a future. The exact opposite of his overachieving classmates.
He doesn't know how to fight his bullies, get an A, catch an oncoming baseball, impress the girl he likes, or behave well.
But, to be frank, if I were him, I would've given up long ago.
And that's why I'm proud of Nobita.