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Sometimes you just want to forget.

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The first thing Nana did was put the baby that was in her arms in the crib. Ignoring any crying, she heard because she didn't hear.

She went around the house just looking, and all she could see were pictures of her darling husband and her plus that annoying baby.

Who's baby is that. Who's baby is that. Who's baby is that. Boiling hot rage fills her, and she smashes the photo that she was looking at to the ground.

Like a trance broke, she dropped to the floor crying. She pushed aside the broken glass from the frame and slowly picked up the picture.

It was her, Iemitsu, and her little girl. They were at a picnic when she was about four months old. Iemitsu didn't set the timer right, so he had to dive into the shot.

Leaving the comical photo of Nana holding Tsunako and Iemitsu mid-dive. All while both she and Tsuna were laughing.

Why would she do this? Why would she do this? WHY?

. . .

Sometimes it is just easier to forget.

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In the next few days, Nana went to every single family photo and put them in a box.

She was determined to just leave photos of her and Iemitsu.

One box wasn't enough. It was three boxes.

The only photos without the baby were the wedding ones. Everything else had a baby bump.

She screamed into her pillow that night. Filled with sorrow and rage. Why was she only good enough with a baby in her arms?

Completely forgetting about the little baby sitting in soiled nappies that just realized that crying wouldn't get her anything.

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Sometimes in the silence, you remember.

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Nana woke up the next day with a startled gasp of Tsunako. She couldn't hear anything.

She rushed to her crib to see her silently crying with closed eyes in heavily soiled nappies and rashes along her legs.

Her blonde, blonde hair was all knotted and starting to turn brown from the muck.

Tsunako let her eyes open, and Nana swore she could see them flash orange. She looked again, and they were back to the warm honey brown colour.

Tsunako let out a hesitant " Mama "

Nana felt her heartache and quickly picked her up, not minding the muck and soiled nappies at all.

She was just filled with disgust at what she had done.

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Sometimes in silence, you regret.

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Nana looked at Tsuna, who was smiling happily as she was sucking on a bottle of milk and eating a few mashed carrots, her favourites.

The little white bow that she tied in her fluffy blonde clean hair bouncing.

The rashes on her legs are almost completely gone.

She can't help but wonder, though, why she isn't speaking nearly as much.

Then she remembers her voice and is glad she isn't.