The next morning, Doraemon did something illogical. He used the Small Light to shrink himself and hid inside Nobita’s pencil case. At school, when Gian pounded Nobita’s desk, Doraemon popped out, inflated to full size, and fired a Sleepy Gas Bomb directly into Gian’s open mouth. The bully collapsed snoring.
He picked up a dorayaki, placed it next to Doraemon’s paw, and whispered: Home RESULT FOR- DORAEMON
Doraemon’s ears (what remained of them) twitched. A strange error flickered across his vision. The next morning, Doraemon did something illogical
“Coming, Mom!” Nobita shouted.
“My first memory,” Doraemon said. “Was not of a factory. It was of being held. Of being needed .” The bully collapsed snoring
He couldn’t finish. What was Doraemon? Not a father—he was too silly. Not a brother—he was too mechanical.
Doraemon looked at Nobita. Nobita looked at Doraemon. For the first time, neither of them felt like a failure or a machine.