The Magic Pocket

No. 48 The story introduced this time

Here, I am writing articles about "heartwarming stories that make you cry" that have become topics on the internet or in the news, along with videos uploaded to YouTube and other platforms.

The story I am introducing this time is a post by a woman who was a best friend, writing about a friend who passed away suddenly and the son she left behind.

There was a video based on this story, so I will introduce that as well.

Regarding the posting date

Summary siteI confirmed the post date as March 5, 2006, but please forgive me if I am mistaken.

Post content

Sorry for posting from my mobile phone

“This pocket is amazing!! (｀・ω・´)三3 Hmph!!”

My friend A's son said this while patting the pocket of his kindergarten uniform.

In his pocket were a handkerchief, tissues, candy, a Doraemon the size of a pinky tip, a sticker photo with his mother, and Mushiking cards, etc...

It was filled with treasures for that child.

“If I pat my pocket, whatever I want comes out!! (｀・ω・´)三3 Hmph Hmph!!”

Hearing that, I decided to be a little mean.

“Then, try taking out a toy car.”

I knew he had wanted one for a long time and didn't have one.

The child got serious and started patting his pocket, saying, “I have it!! Hmph! Hmph!” and scattered his treasures everywhere.

I waited for a moment when he wasn't looking and quietly slipped the toy car I had bought in advance into his pocket.

“Hmph!... Oh!! ...Heh heh~♪”

He showed off the toy car that had appeared so proudly, but when he was in the shadows, he had a face like (´・ω・｀)??, which was really cute.

One day, A died.

It was a cerebral hemorrhage.

She collapsed suddenly at work and passed away just like that.

My friend was a single mother, and her only family were her parents who were over 60.

We were so busy with funeral preparations and contacting people that we barely had time to grieve.

During that time, he kept reading his Juren-ger picture book over and over again.

Some time after the wake began, I realized he wasn't there.

I and others who were free looked around the area.

After searching for a while, I got a call from friend B.

She said she found him in a small park.

When I rushed over, B was crouching at the entrance of the park, crying for some reason.

When I looked into the park, he was there.

Under a dim streetlamp, he was desperately patting his pocket while crying, “...Mom, Mom... Mom...”

His treasures were scattered all around him.

I'm embarrassed to say this as a woman in her 20s, but before I could comfort him, I broke down and cried for a while.

I couldn't do anything but hold him while stifling my sobs.

Everyone who had gathered by then was also crying.

Everything was just so sad that day.

Two years have passed since then.

He doesn't pat his pocket anymore.

Instead,

“I'm going to be a graphic artist!! (｀・ω・´)三3 Hmph!!” has become his catchphrase.

So that's why he's been drawing pictures all the time lately.

Apparently, B told him, “That was your mother's dream.”

The moment I heard that, I cried again.

Somehow, I felt more saved by the child's words.

He seems to be confusing it a little with being a painter, but do your best.

You have five mothers watching over you.

I will keep watching over you with all my might, for A's sake, until that day comes.

I just realized this, but I apologize if this is the wrong thread.

Please excuse my poorly written text.

Video

I would like to introduce a video that was created based on this story.

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Finally

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I am simply writing these articles because I want to share stories that made me cry with all of you.

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