Her name was Aiko, but you called her mama.

she took care of you like you were her own child

she actually kidnapped you when you were 2.

you weren’t allowed to leave, ever.

whenever you’d ask why you looked nothing like her, she’d dismiss the subject.

currently she was combing your hair, you on the floor, your hair in her hands while she gently brushed it

“I won’t let anyone get to my baby~” she smelled your hair lovingly