Literature
Nishiki
(Nishiki...the little boy named Nishiki must be my brother right?) We were outside up high in the air standing on what seemed to be a huge statue. I saw children gathering around one, which he was doing something or maybe it was a trick? Nishiki ran over to where the other children, dressed in there kimonos of some sort. I followed with him to see whats up. Than that's when a women called Nishiki's name out, it was his mother, (or was it OUR mother to be precise).
Nishiki ran over and I followed close behind. I sat next to her...feeling sad so suddenly. Than I asked her this," Why don't you ever call my name too...," I said. She looked at me