“Haku. You’re not going to make it.”
“Wait, hold on, I’m getting in the car right now.”
“You’re not going to make it. The hospital is over an hour away. Just shut up, sit still and listen.”
…
“Will you sing for him?”
“I promised I would. Put it on speaker.”
“Hold on.”
…
“Baby, it’s Kohaku on the phone. They’re going to sing for you.”
“Hey, Ari… just take it easy for me, okay? I’m gonna sing now. Here we go…”
I sang for ten minutes longer than I needed to, and so sent him away.
Living as Kohaku 