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Sitting on his bed, Yuma was looking at the key-shaped pendant that he had gained from their parents. It was a gift, one the boy cherished tenderly, at the same time it made him fight for his own dreams, believe in himself, and, of ultimate importance: made him feel next to the ones that gave their very own lives for him.
It had been months since the Tsukumo didn't see his father or mother, and despite trying to stand firm, the boy could not deny that he felt the lack of both.
With some laziness, the boy stood up, walking around the room, looking at the furniture... And then his eyes laid on an opening in the ceiling; there was an old ladder that gave access to the room. Curious, Yuma approached, seeing that the attic was as dark as the night sky and exhale a mixed odor of dust and mold.
After moving a few things, the teen found a flashlight that served to illuminate the path. Yuma went upstairs, looking every part of the attic, seeing the cobwebs, the dusty floor, the window closed and several objects stacked in a corner. He knew that room, with was where his parents kept everything they brought from their trips, like prizes or souvenirs.
Slowly the red eyed approached, jumping a few things that were scattered on the floor, finally getting to open the window and light up the place, managing to see more clearly.
Next to the wall, resting beneath the window was a box. It was huge and looked like a chest. Because of the dust, Yuma could not see the exact color of it, but he imagined would be something like green.
Without think too much he leaned down, leaving the flashlight aside, opening the box lock and seeing what was inside.
Photos and letters were the only things that the boy found. The papers were all organized by date, like a diary, and the writing could only be from his mother, Mirai.
Yuma did not know how much time passed since he sat there, reading the notes that reported each part of the couple's trips, recounting adventures, misunderstandings... And amid the pile of photographs, one in particular caught his attention.
The picture showed his parents, smiling, right next to each other. The woman held the key-shaped pendant that now rested on the teen's neck. Both wore explorers' clothes, and by the background Yuma realized they were in some tropical forest.
Little by little, the Tsukumo was realizing that everything in that room was part of the lives of his parents. Each old object which rested on the ground told a part of his family history. It was as if the presence of his parents could be felt from those ancient relics.
Yuma closed the box carefully, still holding the picture. His heart was beating fast, filled with a comforting feeling, and for the first time in months the boy could see himself with his parents, even though they were thousands of miles away.
From that day on, Yuma made the attic his room. The teen didn't want move very much in the memories stored there, so he only took what he thought most essential: a network, where he would spend most of the time and a television, for those times when he wanted be distracted.
From that day on the attic became a sacred place for Yuma, a place where he could seek refuge, like a hug from his mother, or a place to feel safe, as if in the company of his father. Arguably, the attic became the place where the little boy's heart beat happily without any concern, because he could feel that wherever his parent would be, they would be watching out for him.
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