I am to Blame.....

In Japan there is a law... That every family may only have one child. If something happens and a third is born anyway... The Japanes Goverment would fine the family. But even after the fine has been paid, both children face a childhood of danger. If eather child is placed in the hosbitel they often would not save them... Just make them confrtuble, as they died. This is what my Father belives killed my older brother.... and if he is correct, I am to blame.

If I had never been born my father would have a better job! He would still have his son! Instead... he, my mother, and my Grandparents are sitting togeather in a small room morning my brother's death. My Grandfather was even more old school Japan then my parents were... and I, secritly wasn't even Buddist. Honistly, I don't know WHAT I believe. The only time she saw a Buddist preist was when someone died! and then the family had to pay them SO MUCH money! They profet only from death and missery...

I glance up and I see my Grandfather glairing at me. I look back down as a tear excapes my right eye.... I am to blame for the end of my family's name.......