A short pause of silence centred around me as I got up from my seat and raised my voice. The two of them were surprised by my words and attitude, but did not speak up.
As if to criticize my mother, I speak out without caring. I appeal to her about my feelings.
âI told you when we met before, didnât I? It was hard for me.â
I was so upset that day that the words came out as if they were leaking out. That was also one of my true feelings.
And that feeling is still etched in my heart as a scar that will never go away. It is a wound that will probably not disappear easily.
Before, I didnât even bother to disinfect it, I just covered it with a cloth from the top.
But thatâs not enough. Thatâs why I have to say it.
Say it. Donât be afraid.
Not by accident, but by chance. Tell them of your own volition.
âI was always alone. Feeling sad. I couldnât go out to play, I was isolated from Sachi, and I was lonesome and sad. I didnât know what I did wrong. Or rather, I didnât make any mistakes, but I felt frustrated that I was called a mistake. But there was nothing I could do about it.â
What I say is not much different from that time. But this time, perhaps because I was a little calmer, I felt that each word was filled with meaning.
I can speak in my own words.
âIâm still in pain. I will probably never forget this wound. I think it will stay in my heart for a long, long time.â
I still remember it at the slightest moment. Itâs not just when Iâm in pain, but also when Iâm happy.
âSorry⊠Iâm sorry, Shuya.â
In front of me is my motherâs whiskers. Her head is in a lowered position. She seemed to have managed to hold back until halfway through, but it seems to have finally broken down. I canât see her face, but Iâm sure sheâs crying. It was clear from the fact that her voice was trembling.
But no. What I want to hear, what I want her to say, is not that.
ââ-That is not what I want.â
Mom raises her face and looks up at me as if to ask about my expression.
âItâs nothing⊠I know that youâre sorry, you know, I understand that.â
Itâs obvious. Itâs not so easy to admit guilt.
This is just a rambling thing, but I had no intention of telling my grandfathers what had been going on. If Mum hadnât told them, this would have been our problem for a long time.
Looking at my mum who did it, I donât think that she feels any differently about it. That feeling has long been conveyed to me.
âBut I still couldnât let it go, thatâs why I came here today. So what I want to hear from you is not an apology.â
I donât want to be apologised to. Yes, today Iâ-
âI want to talk to you. I want to talk to you because I havenât been able to until now. I want to hear how youâve been feeling, what you thought of me, what I did wrong.â
âYouâre wrong. Shuya didnât make a mistake!â
Mom says so. But something must have been wrong with me.
There was a right answer, there was a future where the three of us could live together in harmony, I am sure. With the right attitude, it could have come true.
But I made a mistake. I donât feel bad about that.
Yes, to put it that way, I was unlucky. Decisively, we didnât match up.
So I have to ask. Tell me what was wrong and what crossed my path.
â-Half of it is to say. No, itâs more of a pretext.
âI want to hear your true feelings, Mom.â
âWhat do you really want to hear?â
This is probably all there is to it.
If I donât ask her, she wonât be able to talk.
Because that would be an act of blaming me.
What did she not like about me? Iâm sure that her current feelings wonât allow her to talk about it.
But I want to hear it. If I donât, I canât move on.
âI want to hear everything that she thought about me until now. No need to make things up, just tell it like it is.â
This is probably the most painful thing for her.
At the moment, she is probably feeling lost within herself. The conflict can be seen in her facial expression.
âItâs all right, Mom.â
Sachi gently holds Momâs hand. Surely that is more powerful and more supportive for my mother than anything else.
âIâŠyou know, couldnât look at Shuyaâs smile.â
Then, as if determined, she began to speak. The words were weak, but they were full of will.
âWhen your father died, I didnât know what was going on anymore, my head was all messed up and I couldnât sort it out, but Shuya was smiling at that time.â
The sentence sounds as if it blames me, but the way the words are spun, I could tell that it was all about self-blame.
âAt that time, when Sachi was in a state of depression, I didnât have time to be sad. It was hard for me, too, because I was your mother.â
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
âOnce I thought that, I couldnât stop. Why is Shuya so unconcerned? Why is he smiling? I thought, âWhy am I in so much pain?â
âSachi gradually started to smile again, and I felt that only Mom was still in pain. Thanks to Shuya, Sachi was able to get better, but I still think about it. Why am I the only one in pain?â
âIt was hard, it was painful, and to be honest my heart was crushed. But seeing Shuya so unconcernedâŠâ
I said that to my mother, whose words were cut off.
ââI was sick of it. To be honest, it was hard for me to look at Shuyaâs face.â
âI know. That Shuya did not intend to do so. Even so, at that time, I gave a reason like that and ran away from the suffering. I looked away. By creating another problem like that, I blamed all the sadness on ShuyaâŠâ
âSo â âthank you so much, Shuya. For not abandoning a mother like me.â
I felt my lachrymal glands suddenly loosen. Or, rather, it would break down immediately if it were loosened any further.
Ah, I see. I finally understand.
I think Iâm simple myself. I think Iâm a bit naive for complaining and rejecting like this.
Just one word of thanks made me happy.
It was something I had been waiting for.
Sachi and Mom both seem to have stopped damming up the tears that flow. I just let it be.
ââYou are welcome, Mom.â
She couldnât have given up on me.
She wouldnât let that happen. No one else, but my beloved sister.
It was Sachi who kept us together.
â No, itâs the same to you!â
For a while we didnât say anything, we just cried. It felt like a long time ago.
No doubt, it was a new step for us.
So letâs call this a new beginning.
ââMom, I have a proposal.â
This was my original reason for coming here today. Iâve asked Sachiâs permission.
âMe and Sachi will live with Grandpa.â
â! R-right. Yes, âI understandâ
Clearly discouraged expression. Well, weâre not done talking yet.
Mom doesnât know whatâs going on. Like I said already.
âThatâs why you canât just give up so easily.â
I said that with a look that I wouldnât accept it. Mom flinched a little, but soon opened her mouth.
ââ-I really, really want to! The three of us to be together againâŠâ
Mom had a look on her face that I had never seen before when she said that. It reminded me of a child being selfish.
ââThen, Iâve got a proposal for you.â
The reply I had prepared in advance. If Mom says so, then there will be no more problems.
âWhy donât the three of us move to Grandpaâs place?â