A mother in rags ran through the streets of the small town. Her heart was racing as she fled from an unknown. Gunfire echoed in the town. She turned sharply to a large house and hit the door, fear pounding.
"Help! Help!" She cried, looking around in fear. A man opened the door, she pushed the bundle into his arms. "Please take care of my daughter and run!" She cried and ran, before he could say anything. He watched as she ran into the darkness. When he closed the door, he heard a gunshot fire off before silence. He hoped that she got away safely.
"Tino?" He turned, meeting the Swedish man that loomed over him. "Who was that?" He asked.
"I don't know Berwald. However, she gave me her little girl." Tino lifted the baby up to allow Berwald to see her face.
"Hm. Should we keep her?"
"Yes! I know just what to call her! [Name]!"
"Mama!" Tino turned, hearing his little five year old [name]'s voice cry out.
"Somebody was following me today and he looked really scary! So I can to you as fast as I could!" She cried. Tino glanced up, his violet eyes meeting a shaded face. He dropped his book and picked up [name], rushing into the house.
"Berwald!" As if on cue, he walked out of the little study off to the side.
"[Name]'s in danger here! Someone followed her on the way home and we didn't know who he or she was!" Tino's voice was on the edge of panic.
"Get in the basement. I'll deal with it."
"B-but!" One look from Berwald shushed the terrified Tino. He nodded and ran into the basement, with you in his arms. Shutting the door and locking it, he ran down the stairs and hid underneath the stairs themselves.
And he waited.
The moments ticked by so deathly slow, he could feel [name] squirming in his grasp. Hamatamago whined softly, nuzzling Tino's leg. Suddenly, there was a soft click before the door was slammed open.
"Pack your bags. We need to leave. Now."
It was Berwald, but his voice was not the monotone that was usually there. It was desperate, almost scared of what could happen if they stayed any longer.
And so, ten long years passed. You now lived in the city of Stockholm, Sweden with your parents. They never mentioned the event again, hoping that you had forgotten it. You could never forget such moments of terror. Hamatamago took you out of your thoughts when her wet nose pressed against your leg.
"Yes Hama? Do you need to be fed again?" The small dog shook her head, nuzzling you once more. You looked down, seeing a letter in her jaw. It seemed old, about fifteen years or so. You carefully took it out and opened the letter.
To my daughter
I hope your parents give you this letter when you are older, for you will understand then. I, your real mother, had to give you away when you were a baby because you were threatened. You see, you are the illegitimate daughter of a gypsy leader who I cannot name for he is dead. They were going to kill you and me. I had to give you away. There's so much I want to write in this letter but time is not what I have. However, you will always be in danger if you remain in the country. They are relentless.
I love you.
"Hamatamago! You silly gir-" You glanced up, seeing Tino. "W-where did you get that letter from?" He asked.
"Hamatamago gave it to me." He sighed. "What is this letter about?!" You demanded. When Tino couldn't give a solid answer, you shooed him out of your room and locked the door behind him. Laying back on your bed, you mulled over the meaning of the letter. Could she, the writer of the letter, really be your mother? The letter looked old enough to be true.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Who is it?" You grumbled to yourself, getting up to open the door. Once you did, you were met with Berwald's intimidating night blue eyes. You sighed and turned away.
"I'm sorry we didn't tell you earlier." You froze. Did he just apologize? "We...We wanted to keep you safe. It's alright if you're mad." You slowly turned around, seeing your father with the most apologetic look on his face. Even though he wasn't the most expressive of men, he obviously meant it. After a few minutes, you slowly wrapped your arms around him.
"I forgive you."