So what if everyone at the corps had thought you died and it’s been what 9 years and from what the last anon said and y/n not being able to not look at her son. The son thinks that his mom hates him and douma has been feeding him lies but his son is catching douma in his lies and finds y/n’s diary slowly find out the true this is kinda how I imagine it going
“Yes my young lotus?” Douma smiled at his 9-year old son
“Why won’t mama look at me?” His son asked with a sad look on his face
“Oh she just isn’t feeling well” douma reassured his son
His son just nods his head as he walked out the room he knew something was wrong so why not go look for answers yourself and where’s the first place to look
Since doumas son knew his mother would be in the garden at this time so he snuck into his mom and dads room looking for anything he could find to give him the answer he wanted
It felt like he was searching for hours he felt as tho he wouldn’t find his answer until he saw a small notebook
your son picked up the notebook and slowly opens it once he did there were pages among pages filled with the suffering of his mother your son didn’t know what to do the last page entry was almost a year ago 
Your son continued to read but once he heard footsteps he quickly hid the notebook in his kimono and ran out the room your son now understood but he wants to find out more
You can expand on this if you want but that’s all i had i also had forgot the sons name
Oooo!! Dis.... Dis I like
Also... Dat nickname... Young Lotus.... I'm stealing it *steals*
Hiroshi never felt any reassurance when Douma offered him comfort.
What kind of sickness did you have that made you not look at him?
But the moment he found the diary he became angry, the more he read the more he could feel hatred bubbling up inside of him.
It was Douma.... Douma was the sickness that was making his poor beautiful mother not look at him!!
He could only grip the diary and quickly run away.
Upon reaching his room, he reopened it... Landing on the page that he knew about him.
He didn’t want to... But he forced himself to read it.
“I’m expecting a child, it’s that monster's child... I don’t want it... I wanted a child, but not with him... Not with Douma. He’s a horrible man who killed my sister and forced himself onto me. I wish he would just die...”
“I feel dirty.... I feel tainted... His child is growing inside of me everyday... I can feel its movements... I hate it... I hate it so much... He’s ruined me... I can never go back, they would hate me. They would kill me...”
“I have given birth... A boy, I find he looks more like me.... But his eyes... I can’t look at his eyes.... They are so much like his... I cannot look at him. I just wish... Wish that he could’ve been born to a better mother....”
“He’s walking now... And he’s beginning to speak. He always comes to me, he doesn’t like going to his father. I can’t help it... I love him... I love Hiroshi so much... But I just can’t bare to look at him... Seeing his father’s eyes... Hiroshi... My poor Hiroshi... My sweet son... I love you so much...”
Hiroshi’s tears fell onto the page, staining it along with his mother’s own dried tears. “Mother...” He whispered.
You loved him.... His beautiful mother.... Loved him...
He wiped his tears before he hid the journal under his futon. He stood up and walked around before he spotted you.
There you were... Sitting, and staring at the flowers.
He hesitated a bit before he joined you, sitting next to you watching the flowers as well.
“Don’t worry mother... I’ll save you from him.”
He didn’t even notice as his mother finally looked over at him, tears beginning to form in her beautiful eyes.
