Bab 88: Memories

Those were some vivid memories but they were the most precious to him. Even how much older he grew, even how much stricter he acted, even how mucb passionate he tried to become, he could not forget those memories. 

Memories those stayed deep inside his heart. 

A child played alone in what looked like a house's backyard. He was alone but tried to enjoy his time. The child looked merely 7 or 8 years old. He had a little car in his hand from which he played in that backyard while silently sitting in a spot. 

He did not move or did anything else, he just played with the car by moving it over on the ground. 

It was evening and the sun was about to set down. But, before the sunset, a figure came up behind him. 

"Toshi, I'm back," a sweet and gentle voice called out the child's name.

The child, Toshi, turned around and got amused after seeing that her mother had arrived. 

"Mom!" He called out her name and hurried over to her. 

Her mother held him in her arms and hugged him.