I don't remember my mother's name. I wish that I did. I remember my father's name. I wish that I didn't.
I don't like to linger on the past, because of them. The past is painful for me, so all I can do it take my brother by the hand and walk into the future.
My mother was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She had long black hair like Mokuba dose. I remember her blue eyes. The same blue eyes that I have. I will never forget the day that he was born. I remember all of us, me, my mother, my father, we all got in the car and drove to the hospital. I remember her looking back at me. I was holding a present for the baby, it was wrapped in a pink wrapping paper. We thought that she was having a girl. She said to me.
"Are your ready to be a big brother Seto?" I nodded. I was very excited. I was going to have someone to play games with. But then about 4 hours later, I saw her again. "Seto. This is your brother Mokuba." I looked down on him, and I knew that he was the most important thing I had ever seen. I presented him with my meager gift. It was a doll. My mother laughed.
Three days later we took the boy home.
"Where is mommy?" I asked my father. He just shook his head and took a drink.
I was five years old. I am Mokuba's father. I'm the only father he had ever known. Our father was a drunk. Him dying was the best thing that he could have ever done for either of us. I'm glad that he died.
But that… is over. I do wonder though… if he would have known, whom his son would grow up to become, would he have put down the bottle? I wonder if my mother is proud of me. I wonder if she looks down form heaven and smiles. I'll have Mokuba ask her when he goes.