Death & Sin

Chapter 10: Fake Smiles Part 1/3

All story have beginnings,sides,hidden parts, and endings, this is my side story.

The year was two thousand, September the seven, friday night at Franklin hospital a baby girl was born at 1:35 in the morning, the doctors said she was very health, she weighed 8 pounds, 13 ounces (4,000 grams), her name was Hiromi Yoshida, Hiromi meaning generous beauty, and Yoshida meaning lucky rice field, I gave her the name because I knew one day she'll live up to it, if your confused on who speaking at this time who else would it be but her mother.

My name is Hitomi Yoshida, although are names are somewhat alike with the difference of one letter they have great meaning behind them, my grandmother gave this name because I had beautiful eyes, and she told me that my point of view would light my child's way, thus the name hiromi came to be, I was young, but not as young as sixteen, seventeen, but still having a kid at twenty wasn't a bad choice as well as getting married after high school.

At times, I watched her grow, doing things as a child should do, watching her made me think, what would she think of her mother, I didn't want her to hate me, but I also knew that the phrase "Daddy's little girl." With that being said it wasn't hard but it wasn't easy either talking to her, or being a parent to her, by the age of eleven, we hardly ever spoke to each other, it was like I didn't even know her, are conversations were like we was strangers.

Compared to her father and herself, the two of them did almost everything together, except for girl things, but even when we did that, we barely talked, day in, day out the same old retinue, of hi, and bye, our relationship of daughter and mother was really simple, till that night, I gave her a few words before my leaving, they probably sticked to her, even now though I'm gone, she probably remember what I said.

Till to the age where I could speak and remember things, that's where things seemed oddly weird, I admit I cling to my father more than my mother, but it seemed liked she had no interest in my life, our conversations were always short, our time being together was short, the only time I remembered us being together for more than a minute was when we had dinner,

Even then not a word from her, I do admit that she tried to talk to me many of times, but every time she tried, it was at the wrong time, of course I loved my mother, but it seemed like we never got along, I remembered when she took, me and my father to this beautiful valley of flowers, it was so wonderful, I could honestly say we bonded somewhat that day, she told me "This valley is where my heart will always be, no matter where I'm buried," she said.

After she died that night along with my father, she said something that changed my opinion about her forever, and also how I would live.