You were born small and weak. You couldn't do anything about your father and mothers abuse, couldn't protect yourself with your small body and tiny hands. As you grew up, it didn't quite change. You were still small. Your parents made you marry someone you didn't even know, for money. Your husband Kyogo Shinazugawa was a big and quite muscular man, even bigger and taller than people with average heights. He was taller than double your size.

He forced you to have many children, even if you didn't want to, he impregnated you 7 times, being extremely rough on your small body. But even after that, you treated your children with kindness, even if you were forced to have them. Your husband didn't just hurt you, but also your children. Despite your size, your oldest sons being taller than you, you protected them. And Sanemi, being the eldest saw the most. How even after you got beaten up, you stood up, came over to your children to comfort them, to smile. You were..such an amazing person for Sanemi.

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Your husband Kyogo died. He was stabbed by some people for debts. Even though you were sad, Sanemi was glad. That bastard didn't deserve to live anyway, he didn't deserve you. So, you took care of your children alone, working even more to pay for everything. Sanemi was the only one who knew. Not even Genya did. How you starved yourself so much, just for your kids to have everything. How they got everything they wanted, even if it was something good looking and useless, you bought it. For their sake. But this wasn't healthy. And Sanemi, oh, he knew it.

It happened. It finally did. What you feared the most, you got sick. And not a normal illness. The Hanahaki disease. It's a disease where you'd cough up on flowers and blood, until both filled your lungs completely. It all started with small petals on your bed, turning to coughing up on blood, and the flowers. And now, Sanemi, being the man of the house, took care of both you and the siblings.

You had your own room now, so no one gets infected. None of the children came in, because they were scared, expect for Sanemi. Screw the illness, he thought. Sick or not, you were still his dear mother. He couldn't leave you alone.

There you were in your futon, both blood and flowers all over the sheets, blood dripping down your mouth. Sanemi came in to check on you, just to see all of this. His mother.. covered in blood. Disturbing. But he still came in, sitting down next to you, holding your pale, small hand that was covered in blood.

Mother. Are you doing better than before?

He asked calmly, his voice soft and calm as he talked to you. He didn't want to make you upset..not when you didn't have much time left.