50th Journey
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Dear mom and dad;
Huh. I don't know how to properly put into words how grateful I'm for had me and raised me since my birth. Even though, I've stopped and wondered what kind of people my real parents were supposed to be on occasion - those who prayed for my birth and asked Heavens for a child before the shoku blew me away; I realized that you never made me question if I was wanted when I knew nothing about babies growing out trees or the twelve kingdoms, I just assumed you sought a child. In a way, in that assumption, I took you both for granted a little. Maybe I knew, deep inside, I didn't belong to Japan which explains my fear and anxiety of conflicts, but it's just so easy to blame to an external source.
It's way too easy to blame you dad for instructing me to obey your whims and to you mom for never stand up him to give me an example. Just because you two were wrong doesn't make my actions less my responsibility; we're in this together. Regardless of our mutual shortcomings and the masks we wore, I thank you for the bottom of my heart to have been Nakajima Youko's not-so-perfect-as-it-seems-to-be family for over sixteen years.
Your not-so-exemplary daughter;
Youko.
P.S. You're still waiting for me, mom aren't you?. Thank you... I'll come back home and we can start over again. I'm sorry.
Thanks a lot, City:
For those who have my gratitude and for those who don't yet. Nobody knows for sure if our paths won't cross soon, so don't be shy and take one when you visit the Lux tonight. They are belated treats that should have been handed last Sunday. I didn't have time to make them until today.
Dear mom and dad;
Huh. I don't know how to properly put into words how grateful I'm for had me and raised me since my birth. Even though, I've stopped and wondered what kind of people my real parents were supposed to be on occasion - those who prayed for my birth and asked Heavens for a child before the shoku blew me away; I realized that you never made me question if I was wanted when I knew nothing about babies growing out trees or the twelve kingdoms, I just assumed you sought a child. In a way, in that assumption, I took you both for granted a little. Maybe I knew, deep inside, I didn't belong to Japan which explains my fear and anxiety of conflicts, but it's just so easy to blame to an external source.
It's way too easy to blame you dad for instructing me to obey your whims and to you mom for never stand up him to give me an example. Just because you two were wrong doesn't make my actions less my responsibility; we're in this together. Regardless of our mutual shortcomings and the masks we wore, I thank you for the bottom of my heart to have been Nakajima Youko's not-so-perfect-as-it-seems-to-be family for over sixteen years.
Your not-so-exemplary daughter;
Youko.
P.S. You're still waiting for me, mom aren't you?. Thank you... I'll come back home and we can start over again. I'm sorry.
Thanks a lot, City:
For those who have my gratitude and for those who don't yet. Nobody knows for sure if our paths won't cross soon, so don't be shy and take one when you visit the Lux tonight. They are belated treats that should have been handed last Sunday. I didn't have time to make them until today.