Update - 27 July 2017: After an insanely long hiatus, I decided to continue with this series. One of the reasons I had stopped was mainly because of being 1. Stuck (where should the story go etc.) and just plain busy. However, when re-reading the story thus far I noticed a few things that I wanted to correct. Therefore, the relaunch/revamping of this story shall commence with a "cleaning up" of all the existing written content.

Greetings, "The Mind and memoire" sections are the chapters that showcase different points of view and will (generally) take place in the past. If you are ever confused on whose point of view it is, look at the tittle. The name of the character will always be in there, pointing out whose POV. it is.

Owh Btw, unless it's one my OC's, I have no right to any of the characters.

Have fun!

My family was specialised in fabrics, specifically European ones. So, to ensure our future prowess, it only made sense to arrange a marriage where I would marry the son of our long lasting partners from the east. The Noguchi family had a son my age and thus he would become my husband. I was highly reluctant in the beginning and apparently, he was as well. However, upon our parents' requests, we did meet a couple of times and I became interested.

He was caring, intelligent, wise and funny. Besides that, was his physical appearance. He was especially easy on the eyes and had an overabundance of charisma. He must have thought the same, because we ended up accepting the proposal our parents had given us.

5 years later, we were the world leaders in fabrics: bridal fabrics, Luxury silks, metallic, leather, European lace, velvet, Armenian needle lace, dazzle, Egyptian cotton, linen, habutai… You name it and we sold the highest quality of it.

But, even with all that success there's one thing that lacked. We seemed to be unable produce an heir yet, it sure wasn't because of a lack of trying that's for sure. By then there were tensions between the families because of it. Luckily, my husband Masaru stood by me just as I stood by him. Ultimately, we decided we would adopt, much against the liking of most of our relatives the exceptions being our closest friends and my niece.

We had been checking out different orphanages until we stopped by an orphanage on our trip in Armenia. There we saw a small child; she wasn't a year old yet. The orphanage told us a young Armenian woman and a western man of the same age dropped the baby off. Apparently neither of their families agreed with their relationship, and being unable to provide for themselves much less a baby, they decided to give the child up. Upon hearing the story Masaru gently stroked the small child's face. She responded by opening her eyes and staring at us with her big hazel orbs and letting out a little chuckle.

I don't think allot of words were exchanged between us back then, we both knew he had found our child, our daughter.

Originally the good news was met with allot of resistance. Not only had we chosen to adopt but we also chose to adopt a daughter. "She could never be the head of a company; marriage is all she'll be good for" were the arguments against her. It was then that Masaru proved me that I was right to marry and chose him. He silenced these stupid remarks immediately claiming, "Any child under his and my care would become nothing less than a force to be reckoned with, whichever road the child may choose to take and regardless of their gender."

Soon all the commotion had calmed down and we were able could to focus on the most important thing: Noguchi Taguhi, our daughter.

They were glorious days, we would split our time between France and Japan. While in France she would play with my niece's son, Tamaki. Sadly, in Japan she had little friends to speak of. Therefore, we took her along whenever we would venture on a business trip. We wanted to spend as much time as we could in her presence. We also had to bask in the possibility of doing so… Far too soon she was going to get to an age where she will be eligible for kinder garden. When that would happen surely, between our work and school, we would have less time to spend with her.

Right before Taguhi went to kinder garden, Masaru started a conversation with me on when and how we should tell her about her origins. In other words: how and when will we tell her she's adopted. I was of the firm belief that we should wait until she was at least 18, being mature and responsible enough to understand everything. I also believed this would disturb her the least. Masaru agreed with my train of thought but not with my conclusion. He thought it would be better to tell her as soon as possible. It was clear to anyone who can see that she wasn't "his" daughter. It would only be a matter of time before she will come to a point and notice it as well. He felt that, by telling her as soon as possible, we would spare her from the doubts and sadness that she might receive because of being adopted.

"The world can be cruel and sadly, there's no shortage of people in the world that will not hesitate to point out that she's not my biological daughter" he remarked. He continued by saying that "we brought her up well, she will know what being a mother and a father truly is." He felt that, by keeping it from her too long, it would just result in a resentment and mistrust of us.

We never resolved this debate, not until Taguhi came home from kinder garden distraught. She ran up, crying into my arms saddened. Some brats teased her about not having a father and she didn't understand why they said that.

By then Masaru had entered the room looking rather gloom, what he didn't want to happen, happened. He had warned me. We should've come to a conclusion sooner. Now we didn't have choice. Masaru softly called her over, the look he gave me told me everything I needed to know. The look said "I will tell her".