If I had to recall my very first memory, I would probably say it was of my mother. The blurry Image of her face looking down on me, a warm smile gracing her lips. She once told me when I was little, She would come into my room at night and lift me out of bed, I believe she said I was five, and she would carry me into the living room. We would lay on the couch together, her on her back and me sprawled out on top of her. We would look up through the skylights that she said daddy had built for her. The stars always looked so beautiful.

"Mommy! Mommy! Do you know the constellations?" the boy asked while excitedly pointing up.

"No I don't. Where did you learn a big word like that?" His mother asked. He smiled and flipped over onto his stomach, his light weight not affecting his mother beneath him.

"The library. It was on the table with other books so I asked Sensei about it. She said that they are stars that tell stories."

"Well, she's not wrong" She chuckled and wrapped her arms around her son. "Is the library where you got your book on puppys?"

"Yeah! And they're cute! Can I have one?" He asked suddenly sitting up on her stomach.

"Maybe one day." She laughed and he pouted.

"Is daddy coming back tomorrow?" He curiously looked towards the hallway that lead to the foyer.

"Yup! And if you are lucky he might have brought back some souvenirs for us." He looked up at his mother in confusion and she laughed again.

"Presents."

"Presents!?"

The rest of that night was spent talking about stars and presents. Looking back now, this may be one of my nicest childhood memories.

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My mother's name was Yuriko, Murakawa Yuriko. My father, Murakawa Hideki, was a businessman, so he often was away on business trips, but mother always seemed to turn it into a game, showing me a map of Japan and where he was on it while teaching me about the shops around there. It was fun learning of all the areas and even more fun learning of the possible gifts, I guess I was a bit selfish as a kid.

When dad would return I would always wait by the door for him. He would knock four times on the door before bursting through it, a goofy smile on his face. He would drop his suitcase and lift me in his arms as high as he could. Mom would walk in and he would place a big kiss on her cheek making her laugh and smile widely. We all looked so happy. It was paradise.

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Mom had always been a free spirit, dad would tell me that's what he liked about her. Dad idolized mom to the point where they named me similar to her with the persuading of my father; Murakawa Yukio. Although the meanings were different dad still thought it was cute. He would tell his co workers that his home was a snow garden, his snow and lily always waiting for him; He really cherished us. I wish it could have lasted...

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They were yelling. They were so so loud, I wasn't sure what to do. Their screams probably woke the rest of the building, but they didn't seem to care, only becoming louder and louder by the minute.

"Well what about my happiness?!"

"You're happiness? Your happiness?! I have had to pretend I'm someone I'm not for years now! Don't you dare talk about your fucking happiness!"

"You're being selfish! What about Yukio! Huh?!"

"Don't you bring Yukio into this! He has nothing to do with this!"

"Of course he does! What's he gonna think once he finds out his mom is a damn transvestite?!"

"He will be perfectly fine you prick!"

"I've had enough of this! I have to leave for my business trip. When I get back you better not be here, got it?!"

There was a loud slam and all that was left behind it was weeping. Yukio peeked his head out from behind the door. His mother was on her knees, sobbing into her hands; His only thoughts at the moment being to run to her side. He rubbed her back and called for her, but she only cried and cried, not responding to his pleads. Eventually she stood slowly and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Pack your things, pack everything, We're leaving Osaka."

I wasn't sure why we were leaving, But I trusted her over dad who had just stormed out of the apartment. I had all my clothes and toys in a suitcase soon after, I'm still proud to this day of how fast I packed what with only being 7 years old. My mother had a suitcase as well, it was packed to the brim with all that belonged to her in this house and when I think back to it, she hadn't seemed to have much.

The hotel we stayed in that night was simple, nothing fancy like I had been in before, but I didn't complain. I knew I wouldn't see my father again, it was just a hunch I had, but the thought didn't upset me at all; I'm still not sure why. In the moment I was only worried about mom.

We boarded the very first train that arrived the next morning. A few business people were scattered among the seats as I looked out the window sleepily. Mom held my hand tightly and would occasionally squeeze it. As the train sped along the rails, not too many words were shared between mother and I, what I was told frightened me a bit though.

"We are no longer Murakawa's... We are now Katsuki's."