Heart Music Part 2
When he was younger, Kenji looked just like Ichiro. Kenji’s voice was softer and he was taller, but, otherwise, he looked like his great-great-grandfather, my brother. He looked like my brother so much, that I would sometimes call him by the wrong name or big brother, oniisan. It never surprised him. Every first son in our family was told the truth about me. My nephew said it was their responsibility to take care of me and ensure that I didn’t harm anyone else. All of them took it seriously, until Kenji’s son. He refused to take responsibility for me. Neither Kenji nor I blamed him. Takeshi had goals in his life. He stayed in Japan with his mother while we debuted in America twenty years ago. Kenji sent money and we went back to visit once a year, but that didn’t make things easier for
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