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badly_knittedTitle: What Makes A Family
Fandom: FAKE
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badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, Mother, Jess.
Rating: PG
Setting: Before the manga.
Summary: Dee thinks he’s better off than a lot of kids who know their birth families.
Written For: Weekend Challenge Prompt: What's In A Book? at
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1_million_words.Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
Dee didn’t feel he’d missed out by not having his birth family in his life. As he grew up, he talked with the other kids at the orphanage, the ones who DID have birth families, but for one reason or another couldn’t live with them, and… Honestly, from what he heard, he wasn’t missing anything.
There were kids whose only parent was in jail, kids of junkies and alcoholics, kids whose parents had abused them… In short, parents who were way worse than not having parents at all. At least his parents had only dumped him in an alley with the trash, and look where that had led him.
Some birth parents might be good, he’d heard kids at school talking about the great things their moms and dads and grandparents did for them, but when he thought about it, those were the same things Mother did for all her children: tucking them into bed at night, reading stories to them, hugging them when they were sad or hurt, tending their wounds, caring for them when they were sick, making sure they had enough to eat, clothes to wear, toys to play with…
And Jess took him out sometimes, gave him an allowance, taught him all kinds of cool stuff. Mother taught him things too, so… Yeah, who needed birth parents anyway? Most of the kids at the orphanage were happier there than they had been at home. They were cared for, loved, and they had other kids to play with; they were the lucky ones. Just like Dee.
What made a family anyway? You didn’t need to be related to someone by blood or whatever for them to be your family. You just needed to care about them, look out for them, treat them well. Family was the people you loved, and Dee…
He loved Mother, and he loved Jess, and he loved most of the kids he lived with at the orphanage. Not all of them, because some were mean to him, but most of them were okay, and he tried to be a good brother to them, because Mother had always taught him to be kind. Jess had always taught him to be honest, to stand up for those who were too small or weak to stand up for themselves, to always try to do the right thing. He never wanted to let either of them down.
The End
There were kids whose only parent was in jail, kids of junkies and alcoholics, kids whose parents had abused them… In short, parents who were way worse than not having parents at all. At least his parents had only dumped him in an alley with the trash, and look where that had led him.
Some birth parents might be good, he’d heard kids at school talking about the great things their moms and dads and grandparents did for them, but when he thought about it, those were the same things Mother did for all her children: tucking them into bed at night, reading stories to them, hugging them when they were sad or hurt, tending their wounds, caring for them when they were sick, making sure they had enough to eat, clothes to wear, toys to play with…
And Jess took him out sometimes, gave him an allowance, taught him all kinds of cool stuff. Mother taught him things too, so… Yeah, who needed birth parents anyway? Most of the kids at the orphanage were happier there than they had been at home. They were cared for, loved, and they had other kids to play with; they were the lucky ones. Just like Dee.
What made a family anyway? You didn’t need to be related to someone by blood or whatever for them to be your family. You just needed to care about them, look out for them, treat them well. Family was the people you loved, and Dee…
He loved Mother, and he loved Jess, and he loved most of the kids he lived with at the orphanage. Not all of them, because some were mean to him, but most of them were okay, and he tried to be a good brother to them, because Mother had always taught him to be kind. Jess had always taught him to be honest, to stand up for those who were too small or weak to stand up for themselves, to always try to do the right thing. He never wanted to let either of them down.
The End
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Date: 2026-05-06 11:42 pm (UTC)