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Shaking a little bit, I look at the closed doors.

"It's O.K [Nori.] You're [safe.] She can't get you."

I nod as I slowly stop shaking.

"Well, this is it Pa. This was home."

My voice quivers a bit at first. Pa notices the staircase, knowing my bad memory linked to it. 10 steps that I was pushed down at age 7.

I walk up them. They've never seemed so big before. My tail trembles a little with every step. It feels like such a long time before I'm at the top. I keep repeating, in my mind, that I'm [safe.]

Finally, I arrive at the top. I look around, my tail still trembling a little bit. I guess Pa noticed.

"It's O.K [my Nori.] You're [safe] with me. Everything will be alright."

Not trusting myself to say anything, in English or Otter, I just nod. It's not long before I open the door to the room with my closet. Though my hand trembles a little as I do.

I notice the closet's closed. How appropriate.

I open it and stare at my stuff. It is still here.

My Superman picture smiles at us. I take it out, not sure what to do with it. Underneath is another Superman picture, but this one has glasses. Just in case, I hid that one better than the Superman picture without glasses. These are really the only pictures I had. Pa smiles.

"I like the second one better."

I nod.

There's my high school diploma. I kept the tassel but Mom burned the cap and gown. I barely managed to hide the diploma from her. The rest of my possessions (besides my too-small clothes) are mainly three books.

A first aid book, a book with some of Pa's Superman articles, (the ones where children are rescued), and my diary. I made the last two books myself. The last entry in the diary was written on the day before Pa found me. It's full of stories of my life before him. There's a really short pencil under it.

I put the Superman pictures inside my Superman book, then hand everything (except the pencil) to Pa. The covers of the books that I made are blue. The first aid book is worn, but all the pages are still there. I look around.

"Yes, we can go now, [Nori.]"

I nod. As I head out with Pa, I make sure to leave my closet open. I'm not sure what to do with the pencil.

Finally, we arrive at my new home. When we get inside, my tail stops trembling. I finally manage to speak. It's a whisper at first though.

"What should I do with the pencil, Pa?"

Only the last word of my question comes out at a decibel level that's appropriate for a normal conversation.

"I'll find a good place for it, [my Nori.]"

My hand shakes a little as I give the pencil to him. With his empty hand, Pa reassuringly squeezes my hand that shook. A smile appears on my face.

"Thank you Pa." "You're welcome Nori."

I let him read the books I made. When he notices the thing that all the articles I kept about Superman have in common subject wise, I see concern in his eyes. I look down as tears start to well up in mine.

"[Nori], I understand now what you really meant when you said my articles on Superman gave you hope. I understand and I'm sorry."

I nod as one of my tears falls to the floor. He hugs me.

"I'll always be there to give you hope, [my Nori.] Always."

A smile comes to my face as I hug him back.

"Thank you so much, Pa."

He smiles.

"I have to be here for something, don't I?"

After he puts my pencil in a place of honor, Pa opens my diary. The first page says: Nori's View of Metropolis or What the Daily Planet Won't Tell You. Before he flips the page, I tell Pa not to read out loud. He nods.

"I wasn't going to. I know it's something you don't want to hear and I can't say that I blame you."

I nod.

"Now you can see my...articles. I don't think that there are any of them that would make headlines in the newspaper. I...don't know what else to say."

He nods.

"I understand. Well...I know you get my point."

I nod.