I have never written in a notebook before. It feels funny to hold this pencil. My hand is small, and the pencil is big, but I want to try. Itsumi left his notebook on the table while he was looking at the toys, so I thought maybe I could write something too. I hope he does not mind. I just want to see what it feels like to write my own story.
Today was a very special day. I have been alone for a long, long time. I do not know how long, but it feels like forever. Sometimes I talk to my teddy bear, but he does not talk back. Sometimes I have tea parties with the other toys, but they do not drink the tea. I always pretend they are happy, but it is not the same as having a real person here.
Then, Itsumi came. He looked very tired and a little bit sad. He is much taller than me, and his hair is messy. He has a funny way of looking at things, like he is always thinking about something far away. When I first saw him, I was a little scared. I do not see many people here, and the ones I do see are usually not very nice. But Itsumi is different.
He did not yell or run away when he saw me. He just looked surprised, and maybe a little confused. I think he is very brave, even if he does not think so. He followed me to my room and sat down at my tea table. I was so happy! I have never had a real guest before. I tried to make the tea taste nice, and I think he liked it. He made a funny face when I joked about the honey, but then he smiled. I like his smile. It is a little crooked, but it makes me feel warm inside.
I think Itsumi is a good person. He is quiet, but he listens when I talk. He asked me my name, and I did not know what to say. No one ever gave me a name before. I was just "the girl" or "the child." But Itsumi called me Yurei. He said it was his cousin's name, and that she was a good girl. I like the name Yurei. It feels special, like it belongs to me. Now I have a name, and a big brother too.
I wonder what Itsumi is thinking about. Sometimes he looks very sad, like he is remembering something that hurts. I want to help him feel better, but I do not know how. Maybe if I am a good little sister, he will not be so lonely. I want him to stay here with me, so we can have more tea parties and play with the toys. I do not want to be alone again.
Writing in this notebook is fun. I hope Itsumi reads my note and knows that I am happy he is here. I hope he knows that I will be his friend, no matter what. Maybe, if he stays with me, we can both be happy. I do not know what will happen next, but for now, I am glad I have a big brother.
Thank you, Itsumi, for giving me a name and for being my friend.