The two boys were not told, for a long time, that they had grown up with people who were not their real parents; in fact, I can't remember if anyone ever actually told them, but I felt like they kind of figured it out. They knew that weird stuff was going on, but they trusted that the adults knew what they were doing. The poor boy, though, didn't trust the adults as much. He wanted to know why the weird stuff was happening (wasn't that great? He was a never-give-in type like his blood father); and when nobody explained it, he took matters into his own hands and made his own judgement: his old family was his real family. Keita was more trusting. If his dad said, "Go live with this other family," he did it without a complaint, because his daddy told him to. He didn't understand, and he was very much hurt by his father saying "I don't love you as much as them," but he still obeyed his dad; because he's his dad. Keita was really hurt and confused. He loved his dad through anything; but his dad didn't reciprocate this loyalty.
Some of the other bloggers were of the opinion that it would be attractive to go and live with a more "fun" dad. I think it would, slightly, be attractive; but when compared to my real dad, I'd take all his bad habits and his good, just because he's mine. Maybe that's just my personality, but I felt like that was where Keita stood, too. So, in the end, I thought that both boys always, throughout the whole story, regarded their old families as their real ones, and were always loyal to them, and only switched homes because of that loyalty.
On the side, I was so relieved when the poor boy got to go back and live with his siblings. I have siblings, and I would be devastated to not only be sent to a new family, but to become an only child. No offense to only children, but gosh. I'd hate it.
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