Tokyo Godfathers Page #2

I was married once.

With a child?

No, don't tell me!

I don't want to hear this!

You never forget for one second.

A child's the only thing you hold dearer than life itself.

A boy?

No.

Bullshit!

Come on!

Give it back!

You're the girl who hangs out with Gin-san.

Get out of here, will you?

We don't want him after us.

Why not?

You're the light of his life, that's why not!

There's not much light in a cardboard box.

Let me have this book.

How old?

Twenty-one, I think.

Five or six years older than Miyuki, I guess.

That old?

If she was alive.

When I was 20, I got a girl pregnant, and we got married.

I was in heaven.

You could have poked me in

the eye and I'd have just smiled at you.

But my daughter got sick, and the medical bills were huge.

I was something of a bicycle racer then.

I needed money. There was this race...

You threw it?

A punk I knew had this scheme.

They found out, I got kicked out of racing, and my girl died.

I just didn't feel like working anymore.

And then, my wife followed my daughter.

Oh, no!

That's how you get to be a man like me.

I didn't want to hear that!

I hate sad stories!

It's freezing!

You're used to this.

Kind of.

I'll give her the milk.

Dreams do come true.

I always dreamed of being the mother of a little girl.

A nice, warm house, a pretty daughter.

Even if my husband was no good...

I would accept dire poverty as long as I had my child.

Feed the poor kid!

You're so pretty.

The prettiest little girl in the world.

What do you want?!

They're gone.

Santa Claus, maybe?

"Uncle Bag" and the baby are gone.

What's that f*ggot thinking about?!

Man, he's got big feet!

You can't have feet fixed.

Are you taking her back?

There's probably an APB out on her.

And for you.

I doubt it.

An arrest warrant, maybe.

Her parents are probably sorry about this now.

So, let's take her to the police.

A baby's always better off with its real mother.

Not necessarily.

Sometimes a foster mother's better.

What?!

Don't be stupid.

I never knew my real mother.

But I'll bet if she saw me now, she'd flip.

How can someone homeless raise a child?

I know, I know!

I don't want her shunted from one foster home to another...

...without even one memory...

...of ever having been loved.

You don't have to be a foundling to feel that.

They must have had reasons.

Nothing should make you abandon a child!

That means you've taken love and tossed it away, like trash.

Yeah, but what can we do about it?

Find her mother.

And ask why she abandoned her baby.

If she can make me understand...

...I'll forgive her, and my mother too.

Find her?

How?

We'll have to pay again.

This is an expensive year-end!

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