Lilo is 95 years old, sitting in a wheelchair on her porch, slowly stroking Stitch as they watch the hawaiian sun sink below a rainbow horizon. She smiles and takes a deep breath. The gentle pets stop and Stitch knows what he’s always known: that an ohana never lasts forever.

In the following months, Stitch becomes more withdrawn. Lilo's second child, a daughter, lives in the yellow house with her own family. They treat Stitch well, but it's not the same. How could it be? And on a blue night full of rain, Stitch wades into the ocean and drifts away.

lotta people saying they cried reading this and i don't know if that's true but if it is...

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