Me and Life
HeroThe very first memory I’ve ever had was of my father. The image was very vague and fuzzy, but I think…I think he was smiling down at me. Something, a lamp or whatever, shone brightly behind him, making his eyes, his skin, his smile seem to almost glow, as though he were something above human.Hero
He looked so cool.
Dad, therefore, was my very first hero. I wanted to grow up to be just like him.
That was, until he left. I guess it was while Nee-chan and I slept one night. I woke up that next morning to Mama sobbing in the kitchen. She was clutching a note in her hands, her hair disheveled and her eyes and che
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