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𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭
I always wondered what it was like to have a family. To have my parents pick me up from school, to be taken care of when I'm sick, or to be loved and comforted when I'm upset.
Friends from school always waited for their parents, staying behind because their parents are going to pick them up. But I always went ahead because there was no one for me and my sister.
Even she's not my real sister.
I thought I was going to live with just my step sister. I thought I was going to have to live without parents. I thought I'd have to deal with my illnesses on my own.
But then, they entered my life.
"Let's take you home, Megumi-kun," she said, the woman who then played the role of my mother.
A silver-haired blue-eyed handsome man and his girlfriend took me and my sister in. They were in high school—teenagers when they took us in. They were young, but they were more than I could ever ask for.
At first, it was uncomfortable to have them as parents, especially because I wasn't used to it.
"Megumi-kun, it's time to wake up." I opened my eyes and saw her smiling at me. I immediately groaned and curled up in bed, covering myself with the blankets. "That's no good. You have to go to school."
"No..." The side of the bed suddenly sank, and I got pulled out of the blankets. She picked me up by my armpits and sat me on her lap. "No..." I began to cry.
"But you have to be early so you can be on time. How can you make friends if you're always late? The teachers said no one approaches you."
"I don't want to make friends..." She wiped my cheeks and looked me in the eye. I frowned. "They make fun of me..."
"Why?" I shook my head and hid my face in her shoulder. "Megumi, why do they make fun of you?"
"Because I don't have a mom and dad..." For some reason, when I told her that, I cried so much. I hugged her tightly. And for some other reason, she cried with me.
"You have a mom and dad now. Let's go to school together, from now on, okay?" She looked at me and smiled, tears flowed from her own eyes. "Let's get ready?"
I nodded my head, and I still held on to her tightly. She carried me. I never had memories of being held like that except for when I was a toddler. It's a vague memory, but it was the only memory I had of being held that way.
Must be why I held on to her so tightly. I loved how she held me.
It was embarrassing to have her bathe me, but when she saw me struggle in the bathtub, she just couldn't help but assist me. I always had to learn for myself, so when she helped, I started crying again.
