Prologue
Our life I thought was perfect ended at
the the arrival of Hiroshima Daisuke.
Nothing about him was feminine.
A trait which I thought was natural in
people like him.
He looked like a man that exudes
authority with his presence.
He had perfect control of his emotions
showing through his stern face or maybe
he just did not concern himself with his
part of tearing up this family.
Our family.
I stood far away from the circle made up
of my mother and elder brother facing
my father and the man beside him that
introduced himself as Hiroshima
Daisuke.
A businessman but my father's reaction
of his simple introduction hinted there
was something more about his unknown
background that was farther than
simply a businessman.
Everything that followed were like a
barrage of bullets shattering a glass that
I did not even know existed. A foggy
glass that was all along there in front of
me covering the terrible truth.
A terrible truth that made my mother
froze in her seat and my brother tensing
beside her.
It seems all that I knew was but a
beautiful spectacle.
A life full of illusions finally rippling like
a mirage in a dry desert showing its true
nature.
I am sure, for my mother she must have
felt even worst than I am.
The perfect picture of what could have
been her dream life was just that.
A dream conjured from her own strong
desire that ended at the start.
Either from the gods joke or from her
mind that betrayed her heart and like
the grains of
sands, her desires of a perfect loving life
had slipped through her tight grasps.
What she held dear to her heart was
nothing but insubstantial ideas
delicately dancing in the hands of
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Dancing Delicate
Short Story16 years old Ichiro Ayasaki is trying to come to terms that his family is now broken apart. His father, Ichiro Kaito finally came out of the closet pressured by his secret lover for 21 years, Hiroshima Daisuke. His mother, now in low despair, numbl...
