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KanbiAme:
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-1 Year Later-
The sun rose, once again, shining a red and blue pattern onto the walls and floor. This time, no sleeping figures could be made out. Instead, a celebration, in honor of the friends and family lost 1 year ago. We find the families of our couple, mingling with some of the 'cities finest' as voices erupted through the apartment. A man, in his late 20's stood there, talking to Sakura, a young female by his side.
"So Tobias, this is that Emily you've told me so much about." Sakura said, making Emily blush.
"Yep, this is her. The love of my life." He said, pulling her closer.
"So how has school been for you both?" Syaoran asked, a tiny bundle in his arms.
"Great, but this is the first time I've been back to see you guys Since your wedding, and that was what? 11 months ago?"
Sakura giggled. "I know, you haven't met our son yet either." She took the bundle from Syaoran and gently pulled the green blanket back a little bit to show the figure of a sleeping month old baby boy. "Would you like to hold him?" she asked, seeing how Tobias looked, missing his own son dearly.
"May I?" Sakura and Syaoran nodded, and she gently placed the boy in his arms. Tobias and Emily looked down at the baby. "He's so precious. What's his name?"
Sakura turned to Syaoran and they both smiled, Syaoran turned to his friend and said, "He got his name from a good friend. Who lost touch with a life, yet saved one in the process." Tobias looked up at him.
Sakura smiled at her friend, "Tobias Jones, Emily Watson, we'd like you to meet, our son, Tobias Aaron Li."
Tobias looked up at his two friends. "Really? After me and my son? Why?"
"Tobias my friend," Syaoran said, placing a hand on his shoulders. "You saved my angel's life. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even have a son. And you can't see your son. So, we were wondering if you'd like to be his godfather?"
Tobias smiled. "I'd love to. And thank you. It's more than I expected in thanks."
Sakura's smile widened (A/N: if possible..LOL) "Tobias, if it weren't for you, I would have passed out in that street alone. When you told me of your plans for that day, I was scared. But now, now I know that we can get through everything. Whatever's thrown at us."
Our scene departs, taking us back out of the painted window, fresh paint applied every so often, to keep the flag fresh. A single white rose, placed atop of a wooden walkway, names signed from all countries, all religions, all ethnicities, all strangers, all friends, and all, Americans.
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Kanbi's letter to her readers:
Thank you so much for reading this story. It means a lot to me really. As I wrote this, I recalled that day. I sit here, on my laptop, as I type, with a single glistening tear gently sliding down my left cheek.
I may not have been born in NYC. I may not have lived there for long. But I consider NYC my home, because truthfully, it's where my heart is, right now. I was asked the question, a few days ago, about why I always wear shirts that say 'New York' or advertise something IN New York. I just smile and say, because it's home, and I want everyone to know.
Reflecting on these pasts, I realize, how pathetic I've been in my life. How naïve I've been my entire life. Thinking, I'm here, I'm safe, nothing will happen. I'll just go to school/work/whatever and be fine. But truthfully, in our society today it's not fine. We have kids in schools with guns/knives/bombs. We've got people who hate us so much for our freedom, that they'd want to wipe us out. But they are just jealous. They don't yet have what we do. (Sorry if I get religious here) But I think that if it's our time, it's our time. Don't lock yourself away from the world. Get out there and fight for it. So that when we grow up as adults, our kids can live in a terrorist free world.
I love you! I love you all! And I3 NY!!!!!!
3 KanbiAme!
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KanbiAme:
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-1 Year Later-
The sun rose, once again, shining a red and blue pattern onto the walls and floor. This time, no sleeping figures could be made out. Instead, a celebration, in honor of the friends and family lost 1 year ago. We find the families of our couple, mingling with some of the 'cities finest' as voices erupted through the apartment. A man, in his late 20's stood there, talking to Sakura, a young female by his side.
"So Tobias, this is that Emily you've told me so much about." Sakura said, making Emily blush.
"Yep, this is her. The love of my life." He said, pulling her closer.
"So how has school been for you both?" Syaoran asked, a tiny bundle in his arms.
"Great, but this is the first time I've been back to see you guys Since your wedding, and that was what? 11 months ago?"
Sakura giggled. "I know, you haven't met our son yet either." She took the bundle from Syaoran and gently pulled the green blanket back a little bit to show the figure of a sleeping month old baby boy. "Would you like to hold him?" she asked, seeing how Tobias looked, missing his own son dearly.
"May I?" Sakura and Syaoran nodded, and she gently placed the boy in his arms. Tobias and Emily looked down at the baby. "He's so precious. What's his name?"
Sakura turned to Syaoran and they both smiled, Syaoran turned to his friend and said, "He got his name from a good friend. Who lost touch with a life, yet saved one in the process." Tobias looked up at him.
Sakura smiled at her friend, "Tobias Jones, Emily Watson, we'd like you to meet, our son, Tobias Aaron Li."
Tobias looked up at his two friends. "Really? After me and my son? Why?"
"Tobias my friend," Syaoran said, placing a hand on his shoulders. "You saved my angel's life. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even have a son. And you can't see your son. So, we were wondering if you'd like to be his godfather?"
Tobias smiled. "I'd love to. And thank you. It's more than I expected in thanks."
Sakura's smile widened (A/N: if possible..LOL) "Tobias, if it weren't for you, I would have passed out in that street alone. When you told me of your plans for that day, I was scared. But now, now I know that we can get through everything. Whatever's thrown at us."
Our scene departs, taking us back out of the painted window, fresh paint applied every so often, to keep the flag fresh. A single white rose, placed atop of a wooden walkway, names signed from all countries, all religions, all ethnicities, all strangers, all friends, and all, Americans.
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Kanbi's letter to her readers:
Thank you so much for reading this story. It means a lot to me really. As I wrote this, I recalled that day. I sit here, on my laptop, as I type, with a single glistening tear gently sliding down my left cheek.
I may not have been born in NYC. I may not have lived there for long. But I consider NYC my home, because truthfully, it's where my heart is, right now. I was asked the question, a few days ago, about why I always wear shirts that say 'New York' or advertise something IN New York. I just smile and say, because it's home, and I want everyone to know.
Reflecting on these pasts, I realize, how pathetic I've been in my life. How naïve I've been my entire life. Thinking, I'm here, I'm safe, nothing will happen. I'll just go to school/work/whatever and be fine. But truthfully, in our society today it's not fine. We have kids in schools with guns/knives/bombs. We've got people who hate us so much for our freedom, that they'd want to wipe us out. But they are just jealous. They don't yet have what we do. (Sorry if I get religious here) But I think that if it's our time, it's our time. Don't lock yourself away from the world. Get out there and fight for it. So that when we grow up as adults, our kids can live in a terrorist free world.
I love you! I love you all! And I3 NY!!!!!!
3 KanbiAme!
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