stolen
sto·lenˈstōlən/past participle of steal
Laughter. My ears are bursting from the sound. The giggling comes from Lekki, the snorting belongs to Debuko, and Masumi can't seem to stick with one joyful sound. Mother says that the Hirai family has the most unique ways of expressing joy. She says we should express our differences. I, Ryouko Hirai, believe that my mother needs to cut back on the wasabi.
I used to like playing 'homeless' with my sisters, but now I realize that our games are nothing like reality. Debuko would always play as the rich and wise ambassador from America that would save us from our misery. Lekki, the eldest, only by a few hours, felt it was her duty to 'mother' us. Almost every time we played this game, it was ended by Lekki fighting with me. If only we could play homeless now...
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My family has been bugged by the CPU before. The CPU is the Child Protection Unit. That means a ton of rich people tearing up families for fun. My mom says that when she was pregnant with us, the CPU offered to take care of us, meaning to hand us over to people with less money than we already had. That was when the doctors thought Mom was only having twins.
The most significant visit from the CPU would probably be our fifth case, or so. I wonder if normal kids go through this kind of thing, but what, exactly, is normal? I will never share these thoughts with my chosen parents.
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the end of my demise
Espiritualsummary: Izumi Hirai's two out of four quadruplets, Ryouko and Masumi, are taken away by a family protection unit to be put in with new, more convenient, families. Debuko and Lekki Hirai stay with their mother. Ryouko is put into the home of L...
