Fight

Fight.
Fight for her, that little angel whose wings are broken.
Fight for them, the homeless orphans who do not know where they belong.
Fight for me, your eternal supporter who will always be by your side.
Fight for us, and our yet-to-be-born future.
Fight for yourself, you who are the shining beacon of hope in this dark, dark world of despair.

As my grandfather finished reading this message written by my grandmother, he told me with watery eyes, "Gin, you must remember that there will always be hope, even if the sky is so overcast that there seems to be no silver lining in sight. Therefore, you must never give up, and fight for what you want. Fight for what you want, because no one else will fight for you. "

My parents would have wanted a more conventional name like Taku or Ichiro for their only son, but my beloved grandfather insisted that I should be called Gin, which meant silver in Japanese.

Perhaps he wanted me to be like that silver lining.