six year old yamada hizashi sat facing the window, his small hands and cheeks pressed against the glass. normally his mother would scold him for putting fingerprints on the glass, but tonight was a special occasion. hizashiâs father would be home for christmas this year. hizashi was scanning the street for any sign of his fatherâs car, and once he saw the headlights, he couldnât help but squeal.
â MAMA !!! â hizashi yelled, running past his grandmother sitting on the couch. his mother was in the middle of washing dishes from dinner, when hizashi threw himself against her legs. she already knew what he was so excited about, and simply gave him a smile. she turned off the water, took hizashiâs hand, and lead him to the living room.
 hizashi could hear his fatherâs heavy footsteps approaching the door, and before he could touch the handle the small boy had thrown the door open. he was giggling wildly, grinning from ear to ear. â PAPAAAAAAAA!!! â he squealed, throwing his arms up. the man didnât hesitate to scoop hizashi in to his arms, holding him close to his chest. it had been years since heâd been home with his family for Christmas, usually working long hours to afford both hizashi a present and to pay their bills. this year, he just so happened to get lucky. hizashiâs present was already wrapped tight and sitting under the tree, heâd waited until his father arrived to open it. the boy threw his arms around his fatherâs neck, before pulling back to grab his fatherâs face.Â
âPAPA ! YOU GOTTA WATCH ME OPEN MY GIFT, PAPA!! âÂ
â of course, of course ! â
hizashiâs father placed him down, and the boy instantly grabbed his fatherâs hand, dragging him the rest of the way inside and towards the small tree. their tree wasnât much to marvel, and it was mostly decorated with homemade ornaments. but to hizashi it was amazing. hizashi plopped down on the floor, tugging his fatherâs hand to sit next to him. His mother was sat next to his grandmother, as she handed the older woman a cup of warm cocoa.Â
hizashi grabbed the box, which was neatly wrapped in shiny red paper. â help me open it, papa! â his father held the other end of the gift as asked.Â
â on the count of three, alright, âzashi? ready? â
â ready !!!! âÂ
â alright, one, two..... three ! â
as soon as he said three hizashi began ripping away at the paper. his father did the same.Â
hizashiâs eyes went wide. inside, neatly folded, was a pair of sunglasses. they looked just like the ones his father wore! except, these were orange, while his fatherâs were a shade of red that matched his eyes. hizashi held up the sunglasses, pulling his eyeglasses off.Â
â surprise! they match your prescription --- you can wear âem without your normal glasses ! â
hizashi could barely see past the tears in his eyes. he always strived to be just like his father, in every way possible. now, they matched! he slid the glasses on, pushed them up his nose.Â
â sorry theyâre a lilâ big, son. youâll grow in to âem, what, with that big oleâ head of yours ! â his father teased, ruffling his messy blonde hair. hizashi giggled, and threw himself at his father. he hugged him tight. â thank you, papa... â
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