The true father is in an accident when Truth was in kindergarten and has been looking to heaven all the time, being fitted with a life support device and remaining in a coma in the hospital.
Because there are no brothers, they live together in a mother and child family.
The true mother, Misa Aizawa, hated children, so it really often hit hard from an early age. There was constant violence, both verbally and physically, and the truth was that I never opened my mind to this mother at all, and I never gave her expression as I could tell, and I always spent time asking about Misa's complexion.
As if clearing up the depression at home, the truth became violent outside, fighting all the time since I was in elementary school.
He wandered to other classes, other grades, other schools, looking for someone to fight with, and sold fights from his own side. I hate to be a bully, so I never got my hands on someone who didn't seem to fight back. I waved my fist as a delight at the person who responded.
Sotoku, a childhood tamer, was similarly rough in character, so he went to sell fights with true and often. Occasionally, Misa was called out for injuries to her opponent, and that day she was scolded thoroughly when she got home.
Two years ago - when I was just six years old in elementary school, the truth that until then had just atrophied in front of my mother became unbearable to the violence of Misa and ran away from home.
I really don't remember much about where I've been wandering since I ran away from home. Ultimately, he seemed to be in Euthanasia City and was discovered by Jen and Asako's mother and son.
I told both of them that I didn't really want to go home, so once I was led to the Tanyo family. After a while, Misa was also summoned to the Tanyo family.
Misa seemed to blame herself, as usual, at that time, but I really don't remember what she was blaming me for. I'm not particularly shocked either. Because it was a reaction as expected.
"So, why did True run away from home?
He took control of Misako and asked him with a gentle voice how Asako ran away from home.
"I didn't want to be with my mother anymore. Deny me everything. I'm not allowed to give you the same expression as the other kids. [M] He said he had to talk like this, but this is an unusual way of talking, and I didn't like it, and he wants to make me a bot with no heart or something. That's the only way out, but if you really want to deny it to my heart, I don't want to be with you anymore."
Truth is, with a curse, I put my own mood in my mouth for the first time in my life.
"What are you talking about...? How far are you willing to embarrass me?
Misa seemed quite shocked and at the same time ashamed to have been spoken of with dignity and dissatisfaction in front of people. Instead of his usual hard voice, he exposed his emotions and shouted.
"Mm-hmm! Young lady, this child is a man of heart! Don't you see that? How hard do you think this kid's been seeing because of you!? And you're still suffering! Kee! Think about how you feel about your kids for a second. Come on!
To such a Misako, Asako drank a drink with a voice filled with anger and pity. Truth is, to Asako's words at that time, I felt everything about me saved, and I raised my voice and cried out on the spot.
That's all we got, we got a settlement. Misa said she really didn't think anything true until that moment. I told her later that I understood the obvious for the first time. He said something was wrong the whole time.
Since then, the true one has also been able to forgive his mother's heart. It doesn't change that I'm still not good at it, and if anything, Misa flies her fists relentlessly, though.
"That jersey teacher called again."
Misa said as she went home from holiday work and cooked a meal in her suit dressed as Ebron. I really help cook next door.
"It's like preaching to you from me, too. They keep putting out tests on blank paper."
Words came out of my mother's mouth as expected, so the truth sighs in my heart.
"If I were you, I might have just had to study without a headache. But if that's all it takes, no one's parents in the world struggle. I don't really know what you're thinking, what you're thinking and don't want to study at all, and I didn't think this was going to happen where I talked to you, so I didn't touch you until today and let you like it, but let me tell you something today."
Misa speaks with a strange face sometime as she wields a knife with a slab.
"My friend's kid left school. She goes to school, and she's a brilliant kid named number one from above in the country. But I hit my parents the other day, and then even my teachers, and that's it. I think my friend figured out later why that happened. Even if there was a sense of duty to raise a child, he said it was because he didn't love the child. Now she and her children are desperately trying to regain their parent-child ties. It's hard to say this, but I'm trying to do that with you, too. I've thought a lot about it since I found out about your suffering. I read all kinds of books and listened to all kinds of people. In the end, I realized I was young, both as a parent and as a person. I told my friends about it and they laughed the same way."
In the middle of the conversation, the dish is finished and the two of us take the dish to the table in the basin. I really didn't understand what my mother wanted to say at the moment.
"What exactly did you do when you said you were trying to regain your bond?
Take a seat, start eating, and ask the truth. I know it's a sign that my parents and children have gotten along pretty well, even when I've just been able to have this conversation, but I asked them what it is.
"Huh? Don't you get it? I'm trying to love you, too. Is that what you're saying?
But Misa clearly revealed her discomfort, placing the toast in her hand and staring at the truth.
"No... even if we can just have a conversation, it's better, but specifically..."
"What's better? For example, the rice sprinkles. That is proof of love. It wasn't before, was it? But I tried to put it on so that you could have some delicious meals."
To his mother, who told him so in the face, the truth almost erupted the object in his mouth.
"I mean, what does that have to do with the story of your mother's friend and the story that I have to study?"
"The child has already given up his studies. You're still coming, and we can fix the trajectory. That's what I was trying to tell you, didn't I tell you?
"No... not at all"
The friend's kid and I also tried to tell him that if he wanted to, he could modify the orbit, but he couldn't speak because Misa seemed to look at himself with a rather serious and frustrating eye.
Only once did my mother tell me that she intended to tell me a good analogy and really encourage me to look back at myself at all.
(Parents and children are clumsy, so I can't help it. No, as a child, should I worry about growing up better?)
Though I think so, I really have no idea how I can be a clever person.
(Instead of being clever, I don't even know how I can be normal...)
Reminds me of the conversation I had with Jen and Zongde this afternoon. About the future. But I'm dressed to give it up from myself.
I am also hesitant to talk to my mother about it all. I'm the same clumsy person I am. I don't think I'll get a fruitful answer back. More than that, there are people who are suitable for consultation.
(Next time I see Yukioka...... no, let's talk about it when I see Junko)
The moment I so decided on my mind, it was true driven by a strong urge to see Junko even now.