11 Interlude - Morning Thoughts (1/2)

Akira Hideyos.h.i.+ POV

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I stirred awake and stretched my arms and let out a large yawn.

It was too early in the morning, Akira and Hos.h.i.+ were still asleep.

I wanted to prepare coffee to wake myself up.

So I headed downstairs to fill the kettle with water and set it on the stove.

I grabbed my coffee cup and spooned in some instant coffee powder.

It won't be the best cup of joe, but it will do the job.

While waiting for the water to boil, I began thinking about my unique son.

The morning after Hos.h.i.+ first birthday was odd, it was the beginning of my everlasting confusion.

My son looked upset, he was hunched over in his playpen.

When I questioned my wife, she had no idea what was causing him displeasure.

We quickly questioned him to make sure everything was fine.

Hos.h.i.+ told us he was just thinking and nothing was wrong.

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It was unusual to see a 1-year-old display heighten introspection and self-consciousness.

We left him for the time being, and watch from afar.

He began going through his old toys, playing with them each for a few minutes before tossing them aside.

I was surprised because Hos.h.i.+ never properly played with any of his toys before.

After watching him for some time, it looked like he was testing something and not playing with his toys.

He was so engrossed into whatever he was doing, Hos.h.i.+ never noticed Akira taking photos of him.

”Honey, don't you think you got enough photos already?” I muttered.

”NEVER! There never will be enough!” yelled Akira.

I rolled my eyes at my wife and looked over to my son again.

After playing with every old toy he owned, Hos.h.i.+ sat down and began to stare straight into the wall of his playpen.

It was one of his weird habits, he often zones out and stares straight for a few minutes.

His expression began to change from confusion to surprise.

It looked like he gained some sort of revelation.

”Our son has bipolar disorder, we should get him checked,” I jokingly whispered.

”He doesn't have bipolar disorder, he just very emotional!” replied my wife.

Hos.h.i.+ scampered over to his new chef's play kitchen.

My son began going through each of the items of the play kitchen.

To my disbelief, Hos.h.i.+ placed the cutting board on the counter s.p.a.ce and grabbed a kitchen knife with his right hand completely behind the bolster on the handle and position his left hand into the claw position.