........My name is Chris Ryan Ishida. I was born legally blind. For anyone who doesn’t know what that is, it is when someone has terrible eyesight: so bad that if their eyes were any worse, then they would be totally blind. I am able to see about twenty feet in front of me, but that was about it.
........For the first 5 years of my life, I grew up in Tokyo, Japan. I was pretty happy there, living with by non-identical twin brother, Matt, and our little brother, T.K. And of course, Mom and Dad. Mon and Dad never seemed to really get along very well. They would always pretend to be real happy around us, but every night I can remember me and Matt awake, trying to keep T.K. from waking up while Mom and Dad would scream at each other about everything: my eyes, Matt’s grades… the list just keeps going on. Dad would start to drink a lot. One night, God only knows how many years ago, Dad came home really late. Me and Matt had put T.K. to bed two hours before and were just getting into bed ourselves when he came home. He was extremely drunk. We heard him knock over one of Mom’s vases that she had made. He then started yelling at her for no reason. Then he did something that we had never see him do before.
........He hit Mom.
........Right across the face he punched her: she fell back against the wall.
........Matt ran out to help her, but Dad caught him and struck him as well. I ran out into the living room and tried to knock him off my Onii-chan.
........He punched me in the stomach. Then the man who dared to call himself my “father”, stood up, picked my brother off the floor, and threw him through a glass mirror.
........Matt was in terrible shape: several large pieces of glass has slashed the face and body of my pride and joy: my Onii-chan. One other thing wrong about me: I tried the best to keep my anger under control, but when I got mad, I didn’t even remember what I was doing. I ran to where we kept the big cutting knives in a drawer, thankfully far above the grasp of 1 year-old T.K. I spun around as Dad was once again bearing down on Mom. He was holding his empty beer bottle like a club and I was sure that he would attack her with it soon. I ran forward as he bent over to grab Mom by the shirt collar. I ran over… and stabbed my father in the back of the neck with all of my strength.
........Dad fell down and I knew by the glazed-over look in his eyes that he was dead. I was frozen in shock over what I had done. Then I heard a small whimper behind me. I turned around and saw T.K. standing the doorway.
........T.K. wasn’t even crying: he was too scared. I went over to him… but he obviously thought that I might try to hurt him and backed away from me. That sent my mind into an even deeper stupor than before. I turned and ran out the door; ran away from what I had done; ran away from there… never to return…
........I ran out into the dark night of Tokyo… and became lost from my family…

7 years later, just as the Digidestined are returning to Earth after defeating Apocolymon…

........“Wow, I can’t believe that we’re finally home for good!” Tai Kamiya yelled as he hopped off of the street car with the others. It had been a while since they had been home. Tai looked around. Yup, they were all here: Mr. “Too Cool” Matt Ishida and little T.K., Kari, Joe, Mimi, Sora, and Izzy were all there.
........“Come on, Tai! Don’t be so loud,” Matt retorted as he and T.K. stepped out into the sunlight.
........“Matt, please don’t fight with Tai today, okay?” T.K. asked.
........Matt smiled. “Fine, kid. If you say so.”
........The group looked up as their parents came running toward them to embrace them with kisses and hugs. They were so happy that they didn’t know that they were being closely watched…
........A lone figure stood cloaked in the dark shadows of an alleyway.
........Dressed completely in stolen items: black cargo pants, black sneakers, a D-Generation X T-shirt, and black leather jacket. Ice-blue eyes, exact replicas of his brothers, stared past most of the Digidestined except for two: a pair of brothers, one younger and the other older, who were being embraced by their proud mother. HIS mother. The figure smiled. Now was the appropriate time, he thought to himself. Now was the right time to return to his family.
........The figure took in a deep breath… and stepped out of the protecting shadows and into the sunlight…
........Matt heard a noise from behind him. He turned and saw a figure that he thought he would never again see. He stared in shock. NO, he thought.
........No, it couldn’t be!
........But it was.
........“Hey Matt, who’s that?” T.K. asked his older brother. Matt didn’t seem to hear him as he stepped toward the figure until they were close enough to touch. T.K. was now generally confused.
........“Mama, what’s wrong with Matt? Who is that?” he asked his mother. She didn’t answer him either. She was standing bolt upright, one hand over her mouth, her eyes widened in shock.
........Matt reached out and gently stroked the cheek of the figure. It was a tall, skinny teen of about 12, with unruly brown hair and sullen eyes that, nevertheless, were pure ice-blue to match his brothers’. Matt spoke only one word into the silence directed toward the figure.
........“Onii-chan…”
........Then the two twin brothers embraced, for the first time in seven long, painful years…