Departure Day 2026.2.4.
I said it.
16 years old and 7 months. I got pulmonary edema four years ago and was told that I had one year to live, so I quit my job and spent all my time together. It was a pity to have separation anxiety and leave you at home, so I was always together. After that, I overcame the crisis several times for 4 years. It was cool to see him trying to live to the end! After all it is a boy. It's actually a grandpa. I still wanted to be with you, but I'm free from suffering and I can finally sleep slowly. If you go over there, play a lot with Wanta. Someday I will go too, so until then... Thank you so much for coming to my house, happy times, fun memories.
You're still worried about me crying, so in a little while I'll be back to my usual energetic self, so don't worry and leave


















































































