When I was just a little girl
I'd ask my mother
What would I be?
Tohru wiggled into her spot on the futon beside her mother. It was the night after her first day of school and shy little Tohru had a question for her mother.
"Mommy, what will I be when I grow up?" Tohru asked innocently.
Will I be pretty?
"What's with the question all of a sudden?" her mother smiled at her and patted her on the head like she was the stray orange cat watching just outside the sliding door.
"Because we played 'Fruits Basket' in class today and they made me the onigiri!" her eyes began to fill with tears, "I'm not going to turn into an onigiri when I grow up, am I?"
Will I be rich?
Her mother just smiled at her, making Tohru turn a bit red from embarrassment.
Here's what she said to me.
'Que Sera Sera
Whatever will be, will be
The futures not ours to see,
Que Sera Sera
What will be well be'
When I grew up and fell in love
It was just minutes after Kyo had proposed. Since it was Kyo who was proposing and Tohru being proposed to, it made the awkward couple very bashful quiet and clumsy as they walked down the beach.
I asked my sweetheart, "What lies ahead?"
"Kyo," Tohru began in a very womanly voice, "Can things get any better than this?"
"Will we have rainbows day after day?"
Kyo just smirked and patted her on the head.
Here's what my sweetheart said:
'Que Sera Sera
Whatever will be, will be
The futures not ours to see
Que Sera Sera
What will be, will be'
Now I have children of my own
Tohru held her son Kiku in his lap as he cried to her. It seems that Kyoko had made a crack at him about his height again.
They ask me 'Mother, what will I be?'
"Will I always be this short mommy?" he continued to cry. Tohru just held him tightly the way she held Kyo when she carried him as a cat.
Will I be handsome?
"She's only an inch taller," Kiku moaned and continued to pout. Tohru thought it was cute that Akitos' prodigy was so vain; that the head of the Sohma family was such a crybaby.
Will I be rich?
She thought of her 'onigiri question' . . . and of the conversation with her lost love . . . and knew exactly how to answer. She rubbed his back as she answered.
I answer lovingly:
'Que Sera Sera
Whatever will be, will be
The futures' not ours to see,
Que Sera Sera
What will be, will be'