“…Oh, keep it in your hand a minute.”

I felt the warmth of the thighs drifted off.

I deposited my will in the corners with Harumi in the corner.

When I looked down again, Taichi was doing a squat and was asleep.

I held him, laid a futon-the storage location of it has not changed-, and laid him there.

Taichi of this innocent sleeping face is my son, who was the only one who separated blood meat in this world, my sun.

Hugging him, I get warm to my heart.

For him, the confidence to be able to do anything is over flowing.

As he runs, I want to run, too.

When his smile blooms, my hard skin muscles come apart.

With my son who is freaky with bad teacher, I have one thing in common.

It’s that we don’t remember the faces of the mothers who gave birth.

Taichi’s mother Miku Tsutsumi died of sudden illness three years ago.

Still he has a father.

As I’m at his side, I can tell stories of memories of Miku as much as he wants.

But I’m not sure if my real mother existed, rather my real father.

Immediately after I was born, I heard that I was thrown out in front of a child care facility.

It was at the age of ten that I was taken over by my foster mother at the age of two and I knew it.

When she told me for the first time, I couldn’t believe it.

There was no reason to believe.

She didn’t go out to play, I thought that there was no other person who would work just work for us.

In the night I asked for a shooting star that her confession was a lie, I asked Harumi who was my sister and Akio who was my older brother.

Then they broke my wish very easily.

Besides that, all the children of the Tsutsumi family revealed that they are not related to anyone.

In addition, Harumi pulls off and shows evidence.

Every album that I had at home had none of the pictures that were short before we were born.

My oldest picture is when I’m two years old, Harumi and Akio are ten years old.

I was closed with a shock, and I had no choice but to admit the truth.

Meanwhile, there was no guilt feeling or awkward atmosphere in the foster mother, and after that the same attitude as before.

Her discipline was very strict, especially with respect to money sense and morality.

From the age of eight, I was obliged to fill in my pocketbook, and if we waste a single yen, we were deducted from the pocket money of the following month.

She hated laziness, greed and discrimination intensely in morality.

When I looked at Akio like a woman with white eyes and impressed prejudice against the surrounding landscape changed drastically.

Even inside the room, the dark cloud covered her overhead, and thunder was echoing in my ear like a dragon.

The eruptive volcano surrounded me and her, and I felt the ground cracked at the feet.

I was hit hard on my cheeks and she ended up negotiating the reason for m behavior.

As a child I was more scared than anyone as if I gathered all the natural disasters around the world.

As the foster mother never did anyone’s favor, Harumi and Akio surely thought of the same thing.

But, we acted fairly well, she was proudly delighted.

For example, to explain to the person who is lost on the spot an explanation to the destination or to bring the elderly’s luggage with the pedestrian bridge.

Regarding Harumi and Akio where younger people live with them, they satisfied her by teaching to me, the youngest of the Tsutsumi family, to study.

As for me, morality is to bring out hands to others who are outrageous, and it’s ironically utilized for incumbent.

I had no connection with my foster mother and she married herself but she looked like a real mother.

Still I’m envious of my classmate’s family environment, I dreamed of families whose parents are all together and related.

After seeking mediocrity, choosing a friend who respects common sense, after graduating from a local high school, I passed the civil servant exam and got a job at a city office.

I was blessed with a workplace environment, and began to appreciate commonplace and common sense.

I began to feel even more smoky with Harumi who doesn’t lay a child even when married, and Akio who lives in extreme extraordinariness.

I also held the same feelings for my foster mother living as a married mother.

I have no close relatives.

That’s why I will return my future life to ordinary!

While acting according to my belief, I met a woman.

Miku has been transferred to my department.

I was attracted by her personality who was blight and cheerful like a blue sky and I got married after a two years dating.

When our son Taichi was born, I pleased each and everything of his growth with Miku.

I was surrounded by the family I dreamed of since I was young and I chewed the bliss.

But when Taichi was two years old, Miku took her breath without worrying treatment for half a year.

I’m afraid of flashback of sadness and can’t remember the name of disease that affected her.

At that time I was on the verge of becoming a neurosis but she was resolute enough to think she was suffering from disease.

“You’re not steady, what will you do? If you don’t manage your hard head, it will harden to the muscles and will not move. Also, until you become Taichi whole body tattoo Taichi, are you lonely and lonely?”

She grinned her death, laughed at a thin face and said so.

I felt the world break the whole universe.

It was a moment when I lost the common place and happiness.

It seemed as if Miku lying were left in a space without it.

If Taichi wasn’t at that time, I would have been doing my wish.

I want to see Miku, cutting my life myself!

But Taichi detained such me.

“Taichi, it will be dangerous! I’m having a kitchen knife now!”

Even if I ruined my voice, Taichi didn’t stop his feet.

He was just about to begin walking, so it seems that moving vision was interesting.

He came close to me without hesitation because the ego didn’t yet grow and didn’t know the fear.

“Taichi! Go away!”

Still he didn’t listen to me and sat down on the spot and I left it to hide the kitchen knife.

I was relieved for his appearance with a cacicka and laugh at laugher.

If he loses his mother and also his father -me-,he will be an orphan.

He will send the same childhood as my adopted one to only one son.

He forgets his parents’ face and makes him feel loneliness seeking relatives.

Even if an adoptive takeover takes him, he is shocked by the unshakable fact.

Like me.

I hugged him, keeping the kitchen knife hidden near the butt where it should be.

I still have a happy star called Taichi.

Live for him and protect him to no matter what happens!

I added a hard oath to my belief, I’ve been walking with him for the last three years.

--Nevertheless, Mother.

Regardless of Harumi that doesn’t bring up children or Akio who has left the way, why did you become a single foster mother and didn’t choose an ordinary life?

This happiness that I was acquired as an adopted child even before my wife was acquired.

If the content of the testamentary fact is true, you should have wanted too.

Yoichi who shut the sliding door of Taichi’s sleeping room returned to the room with Harumi and Akio, and received my will from Harumi.

Well I suppose I will wait for my children’s changes gracefully.

While looking back on my own distant past, which is one of the things that I left behind.