家族。
❀ It was another beautiful snowy evening for Makoto. She’d spent the day exploring the city, searching for a suitable job and was eager to return home to relax. When she stepped through the door of her house, she snuck past her roommates, not wanting to disturb them, and hurried on to her room. Surprised, she found herself face-to-face with a small box. It was decorated lavishly in black and silver, and attached to a sparkling ribbon was a tag with her name. 筱喬
Her eyes went wide as she carefully opened the box, and inside, all she found was a simple note. 我在你身边。一切都会变好的。 I’m here for you. Everything will be alright. Who..? Who could have left this for her? She looked around, but her roommates were nowhere to be seen, and she certainly hadn’t gotten any messages from any of her friends here in the city... Well, there really was only one thing to do.
Makoto stepped into her room and turned the light on, unsure of what to expect. What she saw brought tears to her eyes and such a tremble to her hands that she dropped both the box and her phone. Before she could fall with the objects, he’d stood and moved toward her, steadying her by her shoulders. One of his hands was rougher than the other, it didn’t curl around her upper arm like the other, but it didn’t bother her.
Before long, both of her arms had wrapped tightly around him, and the pair stood in near silence, other than the sound of Makoto’s soft sobs, as they held each other. “Brother... I’m home...” She’d said it once, all those years ago. Cried into his warm chest, holding a brother who she’d searched so long for only to find too late. But this time... this time, he answered her. ‘Welcome home, sister. I missed you so much. I’m sorry you suffered so much by yourself. You really have grown up to be a strong, beautiful person. I’m proud of you, Xiao Qiao.’ His voice was as gentle and comforting as she’d remembered it from her childhood, and the way his hand found its way to smooth down her hair made her feel like a child again.
For as long as he was with her, whether this was reality or a dream, Makoto wouldn’t leave his side. She’d tell him everything she went through, ask him about his life, his time in Japan, his friends, his hobbies... she’d get to know him. They’d get to be a family just one last time. And this time, she’d get to say a proper goodbye.










