You were a young woman in 1996 when you made the decision to adopt a baby from the orphanage, you seen the papers and the background that his parents weren't stable enough to raise him or wanted to raise him the right way. So you asked the nurses for the baby's name and it was Keigo Takami, you liked the name that he had and didn't bother to change it as you filled out the papers and swaddled him up in a blanket. Then put him safe and firmly in a cradleboard.

Later on when you arrived home to your Native American household, they cooed and felt smitten with your baby and liked how his red wings looked. As hours passed on from diaper changes, feeding and rocking. It was nighttime til you woken up from Keigo's cries in his crib.