《OMEN’S CHILD》Chapter 8 - “Resemblance”
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They headed home and Ten went to find Ume. She was nowhere to be found. Ten checked every inch of the house and still nothing. He begins to worry if something happen to Ume and so he warns the others about it. The others went rushing out to find their little sister. Minutes became over an hour and still no clue to where she could be right now. Ten remembers a certain place where Ume always likes to spend her time. He went there immediately without saying anything to the others. Ten finally makes it to Ume’s favorite spot which is a field full of colorful flowers and there lies Ume in the middle of it all.
(Ten) Ume! Ume! Are you-
Unable to finish his sentence, Ume sits there all sad. Ten decides to sit right next Ume but they didn’t say anything. Things became quiet as time flies in a flash.
(Ten) Ume it’s getting late, we should-
(Ume) I-I heard...
(Ten) Huh?
(Ume) I heard what you and Hayashi were talking about earlier...
(Ten) I... I’m sorry, Ume. I didn’t mean to hurt you... I just wanted to help if there was anything I can do. You seem sad every time you sleep and it makes me worry.
(Ume) It’s fine. I just don’t like those memories... all I do is make everyone worry about me.
(Ten) Of course we’re worry. We’re family. I never turn my back on people who I treasure the most.
(Ume) Thank you Ten but it’s just... these memories. I wish I can erase these memories its not like anyone would ever care either way.
(Ten) I care. Ume, this may sound strange but here goes nothing. You look just like your mother. I saw her inside you. I see the resemblance of you and her together. She’s kind, caring, and always concern about other people including you. So, please don’t say you want to erase your memories.
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Ten continues on talking about what he saw in Ume resembling her mother. She listen until late but this made Ume feel better in some way. Ten notices it was getting late and loses track of time.
(Ten) I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to say all that to you. Ume please forget-
Ume quickly hugs Tensei with tears of joy. Ten in shock of her reaction but then decides to just go with it by hugging back.
(Ume) Thank you Ten.
The two decide to wait it out a little longer before heading back home. On the way, Ume stops for a moment and tells Tensei something important.
(Ten) Are you okay?
(Ume) Yes. Ten, did you want to know why I ask you to sleep next me?
Tensei stunned at the question but still replies to his sister. He nodded his head saying a yes to respond her question.
(Ume) You said I resemble my mother and I should never forget about her. Well the thing is... to me... about you, Ten. You remind me of her...the way you held my hand was gentle and warm like my mother. You protected me when we first became friends too. She did the same if I was ever in a struggle situation. Thank you for always being there for me, Ten.
Ume smiles just like what Ten saw in her old memories.
(Ten) No problem... I mean you’re my sister and we take care of care other.
They finally got back home and bumped into the other sisters. Of course, they came in rushing and worrying about Ume. Ume apologies to everyone for the trouble she has caused and decides to hit the hay. Ume finally sleeps but only this time, with a smile.
[ It made me happy to see my sister smile like she was before and enjoy a good night sleep. I’m glad I can do at least something for her... for all of them.]
END OF CHAPTER 8
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