Hi !!!!!!! much good here after I bring a bit of a ficu I have there is little, is the input to see if they like, and as to the continuum is that with school work because I have not made progress but wanted them to have a taste of this jijijiji. * The story is good but you shall judge * xD I like the characters are based on people I know but everyone is in the ficu enontrará
dozou jijiji!
CHAPTER I: A new beginning.
is a sunny day and I keep looking at the sky which is bluer than the previous day. -Mandy hurry or you will later my mom yells from below, and rightly so if I arrive very late rush to school. Take my uniform, I change and brush my hair, I loved my hair let loose for the wind to play with him. Was straight and that thanks to the legacy of my father Sousuke Fukuda. He was a great Japanese businessman who had come to Mexico for business more, to know and love my mom decided to live here, then get married and have me, Mandy Fukuda. I do not know why he liked that name my mother Flor Hernandez, but so are the parents at times and there is no choice. My mother was a great woman who was a public relations woman dedicated to her work and home. He was always aware of what hacíay of my studies, which is why I hurried all day. My school was not so far, went to Liceo Mexicano Japanese request of my father. Was to begin to study the final year of secondary school I spent well and loved her for that reason it was missing. "I'm ready mami-down and sat in the dining-Mandy
that both do in your room if you get up early, you should hurry but you seem to like to go running to school" not you - looking at me and smiling.
"Do not lie, I love to see the view from my window is so beautiful and I absorbed in such a way that ... no mom, I would I live in heaven is a beautiful place do not you think? "I think
Mandy, but for now dwell on earth and you must hurry," he said pointing to the plate in front of me.
breakfast quickly, my father rushed in as I took a sip of coffee, said goodbye to mom and we went together, to get to school down from the car before it goodbye. Dirigíaa When I reached into my father.
-Mandy-chan, your mother will not go through because apparently you go shopping with friends, so I wait Okay? - With a wink.
-Ok, you do not worry, but ... I could go with Mary, going the same direction, making a face-tender
"Yeah, so ... okay even if you lose a rich and enormous chocolate ice cream.
"I've convinced you suddenly said" I hope I'll be here at the school gate waiting.
"Okay, do not move from here, gave me a kiss on the forehead and left.
Watch as he walked away and enter the school. It's time to exit, Mary quedaríay told me he could drop them off at home, but at that time his mother arrived, but offered to wait to be alone I do not accept, so both left and stayed there. I turned on my ipod and wait. There was no one outside the school, watching my clock where the time went very fast. It was two hours, the sky began to cloud and the first drops began to fall. I even began to soak while hiding my tears in the rain. I decided walk home, no one was there, apparently my mom was not back, look for something in the refrigerator but did not want any food, the camp was angry because he had received. It was midnight, it was strange that my mom will not come and I was worried because the calls I made were not answered as well as you do to my father. Suddenly I heard the sound and get off as quickly as possible, it was my dad.
-see not wanting to wait, let me-I planted a pot, but forget it, you were working right? I forgive you for that alone, did not answer "What happened? Hey, Mom does not answer calls and neither did you, answer me.
"Your mom ..." he began to stammer, your mom ... maybe
"That has changed through the mall, there is my mom, shopping its great weakness. We can not leave us, as he said this he hugged me hard to say words that had hoped never to hear-
"Your mom is dead.
many people attended the funeral, family acquaintances, Mary was there supporting me was a really hard time in such a short time my life changed 180 degrees. At the funeral remembered the words that I told my mother that morning, she now lived in heaven and because of that I felt very unhappy. After the funeral my father and I did not know what to do, miss a few days to work and I to high school, we felt really bad. Mary went to visit to cheer but it refuses to do so, just wanted to go back in time and mom was there, smiling and preparing a nice dinner for my father while I was playing in the room imitating the fashionable artists while watching their videos. A month passed, my attitude became a bit aggressive, well that nothing mattered to me, drop me and my only refuge were the studies. One day when I got home, I found in the nightstand about passports: my father and mine respectively. Do not take a lot of importance and prepared dinner, to get my father greeted me and we ate in silence when suddenly began to speak.
"You know, I transferred a few months," he said gravely
- the abroad, right? -Mentioned equal or more serious than him
"Yes, abroad. I have asked for a deadline to finish your high school here and then we can go in the summer, respectively.
just said it was fine. Both he and I wanted to get away because the absence of breast and we weighed a lot better than another place to recover so do not object. Our life was normal in the months ahead, my friends to see me so listless and isolation began to invite me to parties, potlucks, movies, and although I put a barrier, the end is just about to break and I opened to the world again, but still felt a change in me. Expressing joy was sincere, I knew that was not the same but Maria and my father, who cared for me and for wanting to see them happy again to be tried before I knew more they could not. In this way I started out again with my colleagues, I decided to take care of the house and study. When school was not difficult and could be a student and homemaker. My father sometimes cooked, but as their menu was not extensive decided take charge of the kitchen too. So life went as summer arrived. All my classmates started to see options for high school, well not all, some, would attend the high school but others wanted more options. I was getting excited and do the same but I remembered the trip, which did not even know where to go, but it would not be here soon live abroad. I was about to tell my father did not want to leave but had to be at his side, he knew it to this and would not being selfish, also could study wherever it alone would miss much Mexico, where I was born again, I knew that I would not only forever was a go and come back clear and full of life, many lack hacíaa us both.
So I just leaned my friends and I commented on my next trip, which greatly depressed Jorge a colleague and friend who had helped me a lot. It was a very intelligent and nice guy, we had become very close since the incident my mom and became a great support to me. The very idea of him killing me away I do not know for sure if what he felt was love, but something inside of me inhibited, perhaps the idea that soon I iri ; year that would not hurt. He knew, by Mary, who he only saw me as your friend rather never dared to say anything and I never dared to face their feelings, following up the plan of friends end of the course. Months passed and soon as water I was surrounded by boxes, and plastic protector. We began to pack up everything and prepare for the trip. Only my father still not where we were going decíaa me. As a farewell, my father and I set out to go to 5 places that we carry in memory: the zoo, the iron from the Zocalo and Xochimilco trajineras, a concert in Bellas Artes and the typical Sunday stroll by Alameda and Chapultepec.
Last week, between arrays and goodbyes, we made time for our itinerary. We enjoyed it and my father walk in Chapultepec invite Maria and Jorge. We ate ice cream, buy souvenirs, we took pictures everything. I spend great. Suddenly I saw my dad and Mary moved away, said they would reveal something rare photos, they could do then but I was so happy that I did not realize it was part of the strategy. When you were approached Jorge mass where I was and started walking.
I do not want you to go, I'm gonna miss the truth as I saw said "
" I too am going to miss you, but a veil so, I will not go for a long time and when least expect such good friends again and will continue as always, pretending not to know
anything, "Friends," he said in a dry tone, but I think with this I can only accept that, but I feel I want this to remain a secret. I'm in love with you.
My reaction to these words was embrace it, I began to mourn and said "thank you", he knew he could not reciprocate, so he hugged me and said no more. My father and Mary returned, wipe my tears and continued our day. Although the rest of that ride off of George I, maybe he would have become my first love, my first kiss, my first appointment, that could not be more. I would ask you to wait illogical, sabíaa not sure how long he would be. As little or as much time to pass both would change and who knows what new things await me to the place where we went so far remained unknown do not last long. Before ending the day my father took us to eat.
-Mandy-chan, everything is arranged. In two days we go. "He said my father-Tan
fast, "said Mary-
sad tone" So things are, I hope everything goes well, "said George with that huge smile that characterized-
" But I au No I do not know where we go, you tell me?
"Sure, we'll go to Japan.
- To Japan? Cried the three in unison
friend I can not believe it, you'll go Japan, envy Mary was a fan of Japanese culture, but the opportunity travel had not been presented-
- Are you serious? "Ask stunned" That means ... we will go to visit Grandma.
"Yes, we will be with her only briefly. We will settle in Tokyo.
"But we could stay there with her, or better yet you go to Tokyo and I'll take it.
- Do you think leave me alone? "I ask my father very seriously,
" No, but ... as you think it would be nice to stay with Grandma. She is fantastic, the send gifts that are beautiful and I always write. Long ago are not going to go, I think since I was 5 years. His house is large and traditional, which is best because it is so relaxing to be on it very excited he told them that neither breaks Parallel to I-
-friend, that just as I expect it and skin inChina I feel very envious.
"True," said George, "and more envious of how exciting it must be to be in that house, is not it traditional?
"Yes, my grandmother does not much like modern and I am glad of it.
-is the house where I was born, my father built and has been well preserved. Also, my mom loves being in it, has memories of a lifetime.
"That's inspiring," said Mary while linking his hands and sighed
"Then wait for more excitement on the trip but ..." He turned to Jorge-miss much Mexico.
finished eating and we had to leave George and Mariaa their homes, who promised to go to say goodbye to the airport on our departure. I was really excited and all that occupied my mind right now was travel. Go to Japanandthe especially with the grandmother was the most exciting thing that can happen to me. My grandmother lives in Chiba City, I remember having gone to visit long ago when he was two or three years. I spend great. His house is very comfortable and warm. My grandfather built when he learned she was pregnant with my dad, who is an only child. At first it was kind of sad when my father moved and married my mother, but I accept it. She just came to visit us once, in one of my birthday. I always write letters to her and sends me gifts on my birthday and Christmas. It's very nice plus I love to hear her recount her memories of youth and childhood of my father.
We had not said anything about the death of my mother, I think my father thought it would be better to say when we traveled there for that reason I missed that in the letters he sent , and after the event. The long-awaited day arrived, I was more than ready to go even when we were in the airport waiting for departure, Jorge and Maria came to say goodbye and saw him I thought "I'm not leaving" not be more right. Just hug him tightly and said goodbye to me giving a little kiss on the cheek. Mary was so dehydrated that mourn, the more he promised to return soon. Was heard the call of flight in the waiting room, we took our things and left. I did not know that by taking this flight, it would come so many things that lead me directly to the person I least imagined and live with it many unexpected situations.
We arrived at Narita airport, it was night and I was tired, father stopped a taxi and told him where we were going. We arrived home of the grandmother who was still awake. We knocked on the door and was surprised to see us, and how not to do if we suddenly.
- Mandy-chan! "I hugged her tightly-How have you grown? Already a lady.
- Obachan! I miss very much, "while his arms could not help it and began to mourn-
- What is it small? "Let's
oka-chan, as I explain. We
your room, served us some tea, I was still crying.
- and where this flower? Have these separately? I ask
anguished "No, what happened ... Flor crashed and died.
"No way, put her hands to her face, but ... son, because I had been warned to be with you immediately.
"I did not worry.
-Mandy-chan, come-came-not worry, your Obachan's here. "Thank
Obachan.
- How long are you staying?
"is undefined for the moment, I was transferred on business, but do not know actually if you go back. At the moment we stay a long time. We will live in Tokyo.
-I see. At least I vendrána visit often. Obachan
-si, so I will.
, we stay a few days here, before settling in Tokyo.
"I think it's perfect, tomorrow I have a dinner with some close friends, remember to Yuko-san.
"Yes, I remember, long ago it was not. Since the end. And that long ago, "she smiled
- rather than meet her mother? "Ask wiping tears
Yes, it's a nice person What has become of her?
He married and had two children. One of them is an artist, known throughout Japan.
"I guess you must be very good at what he does.
"I think it is. I do not know if tomorrow attend the dinner, but ... Yuko-san and her husband together.
.- I think we reached in time.
-Mandy-chan you're too tired right? Obachan
"Certainly, I'm dying of sleep.
"Come let your room to rest. Follow me.
I get to my room which was very comfortable and my dream was fulfilled also sleep on a futon. Thing here at home hacíay not already part of me. I'm loving all Japanese customs, my father knew and I knew that I did not mind being there, except it was to start again, with friends, school, learn to locate me and all that easy to solve, or at least I thought.
-Mandy-chan, the dinner will not be here at home. I will remember that in the restaurant Yuko-san. Kaikaruo called. Right now, tell your dad, age and plays tricks on me.
-Obachan not say that, but that restaurant ... his name is familiar.
"Sure looks familiar because that's where it takes you to eat ramen when you first came to visit. Your parents and we'll take you to see the city and passing by the restaurant Yuko-san said "I have hunger" may not remember because you were young. That day your mom sonríoy translated what you said, still not learn Japanese.
"My mother was a person very nice and friendly. Obachan, the pope also extrañoy know. "As
not miss her if it was a great woman. This trip was not only business was because your father wanted to change a little air, it is difficult to like you.
"Yes.
"Better sleep and rest.
-Oyasumi Obanchan.
My grandmother left the habitacióny low to my father.
-Although very young, very mature. There has fifteen years old right?
-No. The meets this summer.
"Son, you must be strong for her, you need a lot. Will here indefinitely? Not good run, these things happen and I know you feel guilty. Do not tell me no, I'm your mother and you know.
I do not feel guilty, just that life without it will be difficult to carry. The love too, love her, even if no longer with us. "Well, that love
enfócalo your daughter, and go forward together. The dinner at the restaurant Yuko-san, radically changing the subject, as customary,
- would not it be here?
"But I remembered at the last minute. But I do not claim them tomorrow go with me.
continued ...
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