“They always say the best is saved for last don’t they. With how much responsibility you have these days I am thankful for any time you get to stop by. You didn’t have to get me anything.”
But her eyes said it all. Any gift from Luffy meant the world. The physical gift matters —
—little to her. The real gift for Makino is that she has somehow been blessed enough to be allowed to be family to Luffy.
He had filled her life with special meaning and continues to fill her heart with hope while inspiring her to remain strong even in her weakest moments. —
“A brat?”
She couldn’t help but give a soft laugh.
“A kid with a lot going on is what you were. Thank you for always letting me be part of your life and allowing me to be part of your family.”
𝙹𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚁𝚈 𝚇𝚇/𝚇𝚇
﹝ a recurring dream ﹞
it always begins the same—the babbling of babes, happy and thriving. the scene is black, pitch black. i can’t see a thing in my mind’s eye, i can only hear: babies and the gentle coos of a woman.