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Here is my poems and short story about my hometown and family that creating who I am. 

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At the end of June, I felt the long concrete slope continue forever. Overgrown vines tangled  my walking. Keep walking...looking at dead earthworms and the flowing shadow of street trees under my feet. Smell of green weeds. 

A glance at the blue sky, white  blazing sun burned my black eyes. Take a breath, all the heavy stuff spilled into my lungs. But don’t stop, keep walking. 

Passt a friend's house, passt the familiar park. Approaching my house. Smell of curry. I lost something in the middle of my body. Faster steps pushed me, I walked. 

Turned at the corner, and arrived at my house. I opened the door, was welcomed by a dog. Breath in, smell of stew,  “Tadaima,” I said.  

“Okaeri” from the second floor. 

Escaped from tight shoes. Soft wood floors eased the solid feet. Cream yellow walls wrapped my eyes. 

Another dog was waiting with her tail like a crazy metronome. I ran up the stairs. I said “Tadaima” to the dogs. “Okaeri,” my mum said again.

In front of me, there is 

everything. 

I am at home.

1.Sandbox

The boy is in the sandbox, at a normal park, on a normal afternoon. Nothing special, except him. His big black eyes stared at the sand mountain to inspire a vision of the statue he will create. In contrast to his back eyes, his face is white like “china.” Next to him, there is a Japanese school bag, randoseru with the name Seishiro. The white backpack always makes him outstanding at school. He is in the second grade of the private school and has friends in the class, yet he came to this park alone. He wants to be alone or just doesn’t want to go home. He chose the sandbox since it is the only place he can enjoy his own time without any interference from others. He quietly sat on the sand and observed its rough surface. 

Firstly, he created his older brother, Kenshiro. He was tall and a great sportsman. When he was an elementary school student, he belonged to the local baseball team and had a beautiful BOUZU head deserving to be called a “baseball boy.” He went to practice every evening even though he often caught a cold. However, he quitted baseball since that was a promise with his mother. Seishiro heard his mother saying that was for Kenshiro’s health, yet it didn’t make sense for Seishiro because his brother IS healthy as a baseball boy. On the contrary to Seishiro's frustration, Keishiro started to work actively in the literature club and got an award for his writing about his fate. Although Seishiro has never read the story, he is proud of Kenshiro. One thing Seishiro regretted is that he could not meet with his brother before he died since he went on a trip. Moreover, there was only a clear blue sky in the picture he sent to Seishiro. And then, Kenshiro suddenly had gone because of heart disease. 

3.Rain and The Nosy Man

A cold drop from the sky makes him back in reality. He put a leaf on his sand brother. Sneezed. Seishiro picks up his randoseru and starts walking to the house. But he is suddenly covered by a black, black plastic umbrella. It is the man who talked to him about his illness at the funeral

“Where is your mom?”

“At my house, I guess”

“Does she know you are here?”

“I think she doesn’t. Or just doesn’t care about me. She may not love me.”

“No, she...has difficulties accepting reality, in other words, her genuine emotion”

 “...like Ken?” 

“Who is Ken?” The man furrows his brows. “Cool, can I talk to him?”

 “Ok”

“Hello, Ken?” 

“Hello,” A calm, lower and adultlike voice comes from Seishiro’s mouse. 

 “Well, do you like yourself?”

“Yes, I am proud of myself because I am polite and can show appreciation to others anytime”

“Is that what you really want to do?”

“I think so.”

“Ok, then, are you really listening to others?”

“I believe so, why?”

“If you have the same feeling for anyone or any opinion, that means you listen to nothing. You just repeat the same phrases to people like a computer.”

“Am I a computer?”

“No, but you are acting similarly. You are satisfied with providing proper answers for people instead of truly understanding their intention or message.”

“I...I don’t know, what should I do?”

“Simple, you should be yourself. Don’t lie to yourself. Okay?” 

“Myself? Who?” 

The boy becomes more white and pale. But his heart beats fast and his lungs barely intake oxygen. Seishiro or Ken tried to ask more for the man, yet he suddenly got upset and tried to leave. The boy begged to tell his name. After brief second thoughts, the man murmured, “Take a breath, I’m Shinzi, but keep my name secret, alright?” The boy nodded. The man slightly smiled and said, “Ok, I gotta go. See yeah.” 

5.Heart voice

She cannot run after her own son. It was the first time her son was against her after the funeral. She feels her son is somehow changing. All she can do is stare at his back that seems larger than before. She murmurs, “Did he walk so strongly? By himself?” She feels her heart become warm, yet at the bottom of it, She creamed, “DON'T LEAVE ME” Now, everything she has is her son. She thought he should be by her since she dedicated her life to the family even though they have to leave her alone ultimately. “Yeah, he must need me.” She steps to the home to catch up with the son. 

6. Strange

She finds her son is standing in front of the door because he doesn’t have a key.

“Weight a second, sweety, I’m coming!” Her voice became a little cheerful. 

“Thanks.” Her son answered ironically.

“Here we go, you may come in.” 

She goes to the bathroom to take a towel to take care of her son. 

“You are so wet! You can catch a cold! You need to be careful of the weather when you play outside.” 

“I will.” Her son answers without watching her eyes.

“Weight, do you have something you want to say to me?”

“No”

“Just say it.”

“I said no.”

Her son runs into his room. This is strange. He should appreciate kindness or tell me what he thinks as I told him to do.  

She decided to have a conversation when he comes for dinner.

7. Ice melting

His heart beats fast to warm up his frozen heart. He hasn’t been called by name for a long time. Maybe called, but that was just a label without interest. But now, his mom, Masako, is trying to know about Seishiro. He suddenly uncloses all emotions he has, yet when he opens the mouse, he can only say, “Shinzi.” Masako seems to think something and raises her face. Masako straightly looks at his eyes and asks, “Did he talk about your...for example...a sort of...disease?” Seishiro wondered why people talk about imaginary illness, yet her pure eyes with anxiety and affection said that is not a joke at all. Seishiro answered, “Yes, but not today, but at the…” He swallows the last words because it also reminds him of what Masako talked about him. Seishiro is scared to hear such things again face to face. He definitely cannot stand that. The awkward moment occupies the dining room. He stares at the table and thinks about whether or not he should tell her. Then, warmness wraps his hand. That was a little shaking of Masakos' hand. It broke all the walls preventing him from being open to her. Seishiro cries but still tries to say words. “He, he said, I have a disease, because, I attend to the hospital..” Masako quietly listens to what he is saying and stands up to hag him. Seishiro cannot control his emotions anymore. “I was looking for you, and, and you said you don’t want me and don’t love me.” Masako is shocked and almost cries. 

“Listen, that is not true, I said that, but I never meant that…” 

“Then what did you mean?”

“I cannot tell right now. I’m sorry, but this is for you”

Masako feels that Seishiro is solid in her arm. Which makes her realize that hiding the truth is no longer doing good than harm. 

“Okay, I will tell you everything, but please give me time to prepare for that. Is it ok Seishiro?”

He nodded and held her thin west. They keep holding each other to feel the warmth and heartbeats of each other. They are alive and love each other. Nothing is more than that. At this moment, two individuals are united into one family.