"When I return from the war, I'll bring you..


.. a flower."

"Why did you lie to me?"

I really believed you, you know? That you'd come back. That one day I'd be able to learn more about things.
I really, really believed it. I wanted to have you and Father watch me grow and see that I could be as cool as either of you.
Now, how am I supposed to do that? How am I supposed to show you or Father that I'm okay, when I'm not?

I don't know if I miss you, or maybe I miss the person I wanted you to be. Even when you were alive, you didn't talk much to me.
You loved me, of course you did. I know you did, but we never talked as much as I wish we could have.
You were so busy, you know? I don't blame you. I never blamed you. You were important, you were special, you were wanted.

I just wish I wasn't jealous of the people who had your time. I know I'm selfish, I know I'm asking for too much.
I just wish, I wish so much, and isn't that funny, considering our heritage, Papa? To wish for something.
One day. I'll be able to be as good as you. That's what I keep telling myself.
Maybe I'll believe it one day.

".. Like I said, I'll bring you.. a flower."


... So you didn't lie, huh. You kept your promise.
You looked over me and saw me hating what you did, and yet you never gave that a care. 
You... love me like you've loved every other of your children, and I-
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I thought so ill of you. I'm most sorry of the fact I gave up before I even started.

I'll make you proud, Papa. I'll make Father proud, too.
Maybe one day... I'll be able to bring you more than my tears.