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Sunday, January 23, 2005


I heard something that really made me mad today on the way to visit my sister. Maybe I should start from the beginning? I was adopted by an American family before I was even one. In the family, there was only one boy, four years older than me. My foster mom passed away when I was four, and my foster dad remarried six years later to a Japanese woman. That Japanese woman had a daughter before she was married again (she was a widow) who was the same age as me, and she's the one who has leukemia right now. Sorry if that didn't make sense.

So my dad and mom were driving my brother and me to visit our sister, and both of us had closed our eyes, so they thought we were asleep. They were talking really loudly, so my brother and I could hear what they were saying, and they basically said that they didn't like me at all, and it was my first foster mom's wish to adopt me. She was the only one who really loved me, but she's gone now, and now my sister has leukemia...My brother couldn't believe what we had heard...he feels differently than our parents, and I'm glad, too...

I told my sister this, and she got really upset. I guess she doesn't feel the same, like my brother. My sister's friend is thoughtful. I think it's a Japanese folk tale or belief or tradition or something like that, that making 1000 cranes will bring one wish true? So my sister's friend had the whole class helping her make 1000 cranes, and my sister makes them, too, in her spare time in the hospital. I make as many as I can, too.

When I was accompanying my sister, telling her about my day, and listening to hers, she said, "I wish I had just a little more time. There are so many things I haven't tried yet." When she said that, her face was so wistful. I will never forget that moment. She wasn't sad, but regretful that she didn't do all the things she wanted to, like snowboarding or reading a certain book. A simple wish so hard to fulfill. I feel really sad whenever I visit her...she's so young...

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