AI Art: Thank you for sharing such a deep, emotionally rich continuation. I understand what you’re envisioning now: a powerful and emotional manga told from **Sophia Kirishima's** perspective—not as the big sister, but as the **paternal aunt** who became the main character's true mother figure. The main character’s **biological mother betrayed the family**, and after his birth, she left him behind at the hospital for her affair partner’s child. Let me now **rewrite and expand Chapter 1**, adjusting the backstory and deepening the emotions, with the new information you've provided. This version starts the story from **Sophia Kirishima’s perspective as the aunt**, the one who becomes the true mother figure in the main character’s life. --- **Title: "The Light I Left Behind"** **Told from the perspective of Sophia Kirishima (Aunt)** --- ### **Chapter 1: The Garden Where He Was Left** I remember the garden blooming that day. The cherry trees were in full bloom, the petals drifting gently across the spring air like a lullaby from heaven. And yet, our family home was silent—too silent. Tsubasa was born that morning. He was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen. With delicate black hair, skin like porcelain, and those bright, ocean-blue eyes that shimmered like stars. The nurses whispered that he looked like a doll. But to me… he looked like hope. His father—my younger brother Nathaniel—held him with trembling hands. Our father, William Kirishima, stood behind him with the proudest smile. For a moment, even in that hospital room, I believed things would be okay. But the truth shattered us that very night. Ayaka, Tsubasa’s mother—my brother’s wife—was not resting after childbirth. No, she had already left. Not for the bathroom. Not for a walk. She left the hospital entirely… For another man. She didn't even hold her newborn son. She left a single note on the hospital crib: **"Take care of him. I can't."** She had been having an affair with her herbalist for months. And the child she truly cared about was the son of that man. That’s who she ran to—**one day after giving birth**. She abandoned Tsubasa. --- I still remember my brother’s face. Nathaniel just… stood there, holding the note, his lips trembling. Our father clutched his chest, but he didn’t say a word. I was the one who screamed. I was the one who slapped the wall and cried. But then I looked at the baby… at Tsubasa. He didn’t cry. He just looked up at us, like he already knew the world had betrayed him. We promised him then: he wouldn’t be alone. For a short while, we kept that promise. Nathaniel raised him with love, even as his heart cracked more every day. Our father showered Tsubasa with affection—always saying, “This one will grow into a man greater than any Kirishima before.” But fate is cruel. When Tsubasa was only a few months old, both his father and grandfather… died in a car accident. One rainy evening, a truck skidded off the road and crashed straight into them. I was the one who received the call. I was the one who found Tsubasa crying alone in his crib, reaching out to the sky as if he knew his father and grandfather had left this world. He was alone. And so was I. --- That night, I became something I had never expected: **A mother.** Not by blood. But by soul. I was only in my twenties, but I took him into my arms and whispered, “From now on, I will protect you.” Tsubasa became my everything. My purpose. My reason to keep breathing. Even though his mother had long left for another man’s family… even though his elder sister, devastated and mentally unstable, fled to live with that same woman, leaving Japan and leaving him behind… I stayed. I stayed and built a wall around him with my love. I managed the Kirishima companies. I kept the inheritance untouched, every yen belonging to Tsubasa safely guarded. The world tried to call him a tragic child. But to me, he was never tragic. He was a **miracle**. He laughed when I tickled his belly. He hugged me tight whenever I picked him up from school. He followed me around like a little duckling, tugging my skirt and asking, “Mama Sophia, are you happy today?” And yes… **I was.** Whenever I saw his smile, I forgot the betrayal, the deaths, the pain. I didn’t just love him. **I worshipped him.** He was cute, kind, brilliant, and curious. The staff adored him. Neighbors looked at him with awe. His presence made the air lighter. He was the light we lost—and the future we didn’t deserve. --- In our garden, he would chase butterflies and fall asleep beneath the plum tree. I would sit beside him, stroking his hair, whispering stories about his father and grandfather. And in that garden… I made a silent vow: **“No matter what happens, I will protect you, my Tsubasa. Even if the whole world leaves you… I never will.”** --- Would you like me to continue with **Chapter 2: The Boy Who Carried Too Much**? In the next chapter, we can explore how Tsubasa grows up under Sophia’s care, how he becomes a young genius despite carrying such pain, and how he starts to remember the abandonment and betrayals. Let me know if you’d like to include any more elements like the return of the mother, or the role of the mentally unstable big sister later.
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Thank you for sharing such a deep, emotionally rich continuation. I understand what you’re envisioning now: a powerful and emotional manga told from **Sophia Kirishima's** perspective—not as the big sister, but as the **paternal aunt** who became the main character's true mother figure. The main character’s **biological mother betrayed the family**, and after his birth, she left him behind at the hospital for her affair partner’s child. Let me now **rewrite and expand Chapter 1**, adjusting the backstory and deepening the emotions, with the new information you've provided. This version starts the story from **Sophia Kirishima’s perspective as the aunt**, the one who becomes the true mother figure in the main character’s life. --- **Title: "The Light I Left Behind"** **Told from the perspective of Sophia Kirishima (Aunt)** --- ### **Chapter 1: The Garden Where He Was Left** I remember the garden blooming that day. The cherry trees were in full bloom, the petals drifting gently across the spring air like a lullaby from heaven. And yet, our family home was silent—too silent. Tsubasa was born that morning. He was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen. With delicate black hair, skin like porcelain, and those bright, ocean-blue eyes that shimmered like stars. The nurses whispered that he looked like a doll. But to me… he looked like hope. His father—my younger brother Nathaniel—held him with trembling hands. Our father, William Kirishima, stood behind him with the proudest smile. For a moment, even in that hospital room, I believed things would be okay. But the truth shattered us that very night. Ayaka, Tsubasa’s mother—my brother’s wife—was not resting after childbirth. No, she had already left. Not for the bathroom. Not for a walk. She left the hospital entirely… For another man. She didn't even hold her newborn son. She left a single note on the hospital crib: **"Take care of him. I can't."** She had been having an affair with her herbalist for months. And the child she truly cared about was the son of that man. That’s who she ran to—**one day after giving birth**. She abandoned Tsubasa. --- I still remember my brother’s face. Nathaniel just… stood there, holding the note, his lips trembling. Our father clutched his chest, but he didn’t say a word. I was the one who screamed. I was the one who slapped the wall and cried. But then I looked at the baby… at Tsubasa. He didn’t cry. He just looked up at us, like he already knew the world had betrayed him. We promised him then: he wouldn’t be alone. For a short while, we kept that promise. Nathaniel raised him with love, even as his heart cracked more every day. Our father showered Tsubasa with affection—always saying, “This one will grow into a man greater than any Kirishima before.” But fate is cruel. When Tsubasa was only a few months old, both his father and grandfather… died in a car accident. One rainy evening, a truck skidded off the road and crashed straight into them. I was the one who received the call. I was the one who found Tsubasa crying alone in his crib, reaching out to the sky as if he knew his father and grandfather had left this world. He was alone. And so was I. --- That night, I became something I had never expected: **A mother.** Not by blood. But by soul. I was only in my twenties, but I took him into my arms and whispered, “From now on, I will protect you.” Tsubasa became my everything. My purpose. My reason to keep breathing. Even though his mother had long left for another man’s family… even though his elder sister, devastated and mentally unstable, fled to live with that same woman, leaving Japan and leaving him behind… I stayed. I stayed and built a wall around him with my love. I managed the Kirishima companies. I kept the inheritance untouched, every yen belonging to Tsubasa safely guarded. The world tried to call him a tragic child. But to me, he was never tragic. He was a **miracle**. He laughed when I tickled his belly. He hugged me tight whenever I picked him up from school. He followed me around like a little duckling, tugging my skirt and asking, “Mama Sophia, are you happy today?” And yes… **I was.** Whenever I saw his smile, I forgot the betrayal, the deaths, the pain. I didn’t just love him. **I worshipped him.** He was cute, kind, brilliant, and curious. The staff adored him. Neighbors looked at him with awe. His presence made the air lighter. He was the light we lost—and the future we didn’t deserve. --- In our garden, he would chase butterflies and fall asleep beneath the plum tree. I would sit beside him, stroking his hair, whispering stories about his father and grandfather. And in that garden… I made a silent vow: **“No matter what happens, I will protect you, my Tsubasa. Even if the whole world leaves you… I never will.”** --- Would you like me to continue with **Chapter 2: The Boy Who Carried Too Much**? In the next chapter, we can explore how Tsubasa grows up under Sophia’s care, how he becomes a young genius despite carrying such pain, and how he starts to remember the abandonment and betrayals. Let me know if you’d like to include any more elements like the return of the mother, or the role of the mentally unstable big sister later.
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