That child's life was a contrail; it was just as you said

No. 365 The story introduced this time

Here, I write articles about stories that have become topics on the internet or in the news, which are also uploaded as videos on YouTube and elsewhere, as "stories so moving they bring tears to your eyes."

The story introduced this time is a post by a woman, a mother, who wrote it while thinking of her child who passed away at a young age after a battle with illness.

Since there was a YouTube video based on this story, I will introduce it as well.

Regarding the time of posting

Although I could not confirm the actual post, there was a copy-pasted version on a summary site dated March 10, 2020, so I believe the post was made before that.

Content of the post

"Longing for the sky, racing through the sky, that child's life was a contrail"

It was just as you said.

Since he was little, that child would say, "I'm definitely going to be a pilot!"

Last month, his life, short like a contrail, faded away.

My son had been saying since he was little, "I'm going to be just like Daddy!"

He never said he wanted to be like Mommy... haha.

I lost my beloved son to cancer.

Where am I supposed to walk toward now?

That child blew away such anxiety and despair for me.

I was a pathetic mother, wasn't I?

With his hand that was paralyzed and didn't move well, in the diary I gave him, he wrote:

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Mommy, you haven't been smiling lately. Is it my fault?

Is it because I'm worrying you? I'll get out of the hospital soon and make you smile!

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The moment I read that, instead of smiling in front of my son, I burst into tears.

He stroked my hair while I held my head and cried, saying, "Mommy, don't cry?"

He really is a kind child, just like his father.

To worry about others more than himself...

I think the cancer treatment must have been incredibly frightening.

Even so, he only ever showed me his smile.

He could have relied on me more...

At the very end, my husband, who couldn't see him often due to work, also came.

I was desperate to catch the voice of my son, who was trying to convey something in a raspy voice.

Then my husband said, "I made this for you," and handed something to my son.

It was a paper airplane.

My son received it happily and said, "Finally, I can fly in the sky," and quietly drew his last breath.

I couldn't stop the tears from overflowing.

I wanted to keep holding my son's hand, which was gradually growing cold.

That's what I thought.
I found that notebook while cleaning my son's room.

It looked like there was more written in it.

When I read it,

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I want to fly in the sky like Daddy.

If I can become a pilot, I'll work with Mommy too!

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Before my son's cancer was discovered, I worked as a cabin attendant.

My son knew that.

Reading that, I returned to work.

Even on nights when it's hard to see airplanes flying in the sky, that child lights up my feet.

Hey, sky?

Can you hear me?

You lived as the world's best pilot until that small life burned out.

I will do my best to become someone like the sky, too.

Video

Since there was a video made based on this story, I will introduce it.

Nikolun-sama

Moving Stories-sama

In closing

My note articles are not intended for profit.
I am simply writing these articles because I want to share stories that brought me to tears with everyone.

However, if there are any issues such as "copyright," please let me know and I will delete them.

Furthermore, the header image posted was created using materials from Irasutoya-sama.

Thank you for taking your time to read until the end.