My father asked me about erasing my mother's memories of me. I was little more than a toddler and yet he laid this huge matter at my feet. She was my mother; of course I'd say yes.

I've often wondered why he bothered. Was it to salve his conscience by getting my permission? Was it to ensure that the weight of the choice rested solely on me?

Or maybe it was a way to give me the illusion of control in a situation that was beyond my power.

I know I'll never ask; he's the only parent I have left.

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Momiji's life has always struck me as particularly sad, and this was just one of many thoughts I've had about it. His mother and father both annoy me, but a moment of thoughtfulness made me wonder if there was a bit more depth behind his father's actions.