'I'll tell you about my past'
'Sango…..you don't have to' Miroku protested
'too bad' Sango said, it was silent as Sango was getting ready to tell Miroku everything
'My parents moved to New York when I was 9, we lived in that house for…all my life. My mom….was Tomoyo, she was 2 years younger then my dad….she was my idol, She dressed dolls up with me….she was my mother and my friend. I was ecstatic when I found out I was going to be an older sibling and that we would be moving. We moved when mom was 7 months pregnant, She would often bring me up on her lap and get me to sing softly for the baby…..May 16, she went into labour 3 weeks early…..once she gave birth to Kohaku….she only lived for another 24 hours before she died…..I cried so hard when I found out….for a month I was lost from this world. I resented Kohaku for taking away my mother. About a month later my father brought Kohaku to me…I told him to leave me be, dad didn't give up though, and after awhile dad forced me to see Kohaku…..and he reached up and grabbed my finger and he laughed…..all my resentment towards him left me….I loved him, I held him and In that instant I needed to be his sister and his mother, I never cried after that. So….in my eyes to Kohaku I'm a sister and a mother'
'wow…..I'm sorry'
'don't be, it's not your fault'
'you haven't cried since you were 9?'
'yup…..'
'want to here my story?'
'yeah'
' I was born in New York, my father, Takashi was Japanese and my mom, Kimber was American, We lived in Queens…..I don't remember my mom much, When I was 1years old my mom was killed in a accident, she was walking home from work and she was hit by a hit-and-run driver. My Father died of Cancer when I was 10….then after that, my Uncle Mushin took me in….he is a drunkard but he has a heart, so now I'm in Manhattan. But my story isn't nearly as sad as yours is'
'no I think your story is very sad'
'so, do you have a reason why you can't cry?' Miroku asked
'um….mostly like I needed to be strong for dad and Kohaku's sake. Miroku my house is this one'
'oh! sorry' Miroku parked the car
'do you want to spend the night….I mean not like that…but, I have an extra guest room that you could use, seeing how it's so late'
'nah, It's fine I like to drive, and I don't mind'
'you sure?'
'yes, I'm sure'
'thank you, Miroku. I had a good time tonight and I'm not just saying that to be polite…I mean it'
'I feel the same way' Miroku smiled
'Sango?'
'yeah?
'can I kiss you?' Miroku asked
