💗 "The Reason I Live" 💗

The morning sun streaming through the gap in the curtains illuminates the

translucent cheeks of my newborn daughter.

That tiny life, for whom I haven't even decided on a name yet,

was clutching her fists tightly on my chest, as if guarding all the treasures in the world.

A faint breath that smells like a mix of sweet milk and sunshine.

When I touch her with my fingertips, her incredibly soft skin clings to me.

(Ah, this child chose me to come to.)

The moment I thought that, my vision blurred.

I thought the "resolve" to become a mother would make me as strong as steel.

But in reality, it was the opposite.

With every flutter of her eyelashes and every tremor of her fingertips, my heart is being melted, becoming infinitely fragile and soft.

"…Hey, I want to stay by your side until you grow up and become an old lady."

The wish that escaped like a murmur dissolved into the quiet hospital room.

There is a saying in this world that "children grow up watching their parents' backs."

However, I do not want to walk in "front" of this child.

Watching over her from "behind" is not enough either.

If I could, I would catch every tear she is meant to shed in her life,

and I would remove every thorn she is meant to step on.

But, "that is impossible."

Someday, the day will come when I must leave this child behind and depart on my own journey.

That is the law of nature, and a cruel promise.

Suddenly, my sleeping daughter let out a soft sound and opened her eyes slightly.

Clear eyes that had not yet found their focus.

Deep within those eyes, I saw a landscape of the future I had never seen before.

For the day to come when this child falls in love, gets hurt, achieves something, and just like me,
comes to love someone.

At the end of that long journey, when this child takes their final breath.

I want to be holding this child's hand, even if it is with my own withered, branch-like hands.

"Don't be afraid. Look, Mommy is here with you."

I want to say that and affirm this child's long life.

That from the moment you were born until you die, there was never

a single second where you weren't loved.

That was the only 'job' I wanted to stake my life on completing.

"...Alright, let's do our best."

I wrapped my little finger around their small, still-weak fingers.

The anxiety does not disappear.

The fear of death does not become zero either.

However, as long as I have this child's warmth, I can believe in being strong again and again.

Outside the window, the seasons were slowly beginning to turn.

Even if I become a star someday, may the path this child walks

continue to be filled with the light of my love.

I took a deep breath, and held "this child's future" in my arms,

holding it with a firm strength, yet careful not to break it.

💖Momiji Hiiragi💖

📚Follower Introduction📚

Thank you so much for your continued support.

💖This is Momiji Hiiragi💖

It has been almost half a year since I started note.

My followers have been increasing little by little,

and now there are over 1500 of you. 🌸🎀😌🎀🌸

Thank you so much. 💕✨💕

I, Momiji Hiiragi, would like to express my gratitude,

to the followers who have woven their hearts with mine.

Allow me to introduce them.💗💖🥰💖💗




This time, it is these people.😍🎊😍

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