She enjoys being held. "That was a large part of it. I know now that it was just his bad habits. Not about how much he cared for her. But it was hard then. And there was more."
She stays right where she is, her eyes a little distant. "When he came to get me out of the foster care Uncle Kenuichio had allowed me to be put in, he intended to take me to America. I asked him why he couldn't just stay in Japan, and he said that with so many enemies, it would be too dangerous for the baby." She takes a breath. "I love him. I love Misha. But I hate New York. I've always hated it. I wasn't going to live there. I would not leave Japan for good when I had already lost so much. And I knew it was dangerous, but he'd never minded facing the danger for us before. Change was hard then, that was all. And I was a child, and sometimes when I saw Misha I wanted to be angry." Finally, she smiles and shrugs. "But I couldn't, because it's Misha."
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