Windy ~ Keitorin Asthore

I only included a few parts of the story to give you a clue of what the story is about. Anna's problem, Hana's thoughts about his mothers (Anna his real mother and Tamao, the mother he grew up with) and a storm. Would it lead to something good for the relationship of Anna and her son or will it be a reason that'll make Hana push his real mother away from him? Read it (and a review for the author!)!

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"When you look into your mother’s eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth."
— Mitch Albom (For One More Day)

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Title: Windy
Author: Keitorin Asthore
Rating: K
Published: 10-22-05

Description:

All Anna wants is to make a connection with her little boy, but it's going to take a lot more than what she expected. Oneshot. COMPLETE

A sneak peek:

Anna scowled as she stirred her tea. It had been two weeks since she and Yoh had returned, and Hana still wouldn't come near her. He would go to Yoh, yes, but nowhere near Anna. In his six-year-old mind, Tamao was still his mother. And now the house was empty. The guys were driving up to a soccer game north of Tokyo and Tamao and Pilika went shopping after dropping Hana off for first grade. Anna switched on her little television to watch her soaps. It was something to keep her from thinking too much about her own child avoiding her. It also kept her from noticing the dark clouds forming outside.

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Hana pulled out his crayons as the teacher's aide handed out paper. The other children promptly began to draw, scribbling their mommies and daddies with crayons and markers. Hana hesitated. He had his real mother, Anna. But...Tamao used to be his mommy. Sort of. She always reminded him that she wasn't his mother, and his real parents were far away, but they loved him. He tried to remember, but it's hard when for a six year old to remember his real mother when a different lady was the one to tuck him in every night. 

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 The wind roared, rattling the walls. The children whimpered in fear, some of them crying, and even a few screaming in terror. Hana clutched his backpack to his chest, burying his face in the dirty blue nylon. 'I want my mama, I want my mama,' he thought. 'Please, God, I want my mama. Please send my mama to me.'

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~~~Keitorin Asthore~~~