She left her house. She could hear hymnals from the church on the other side of the street. She checked the time. She had told her mother that she’d visit at noon, but she left early because she didn’t want to wait in a daze at home. It was 10 a.m. Her father, who would go hiking every Sunday, should be waiting at home today.

She got on the bus. As she looked at the commercial buildings passing by, she organized what she wanted to say. Her parents would probably be worried about their daughter since she was doing something she never did in her life.

She got off the bus and walked on the familiar path. She could see an old house next to the playground. She had been living there until just a while ago.

“Mom, I’m home.” She inputted the unchanged pin lock and opened the door. Her father, wearing a tank top, told her ‘you’re here’ with a shy smile on his face.

“It feels like a really long time since I saw you.”

“It has been a long time.”

Her father seemed to be shy upon seeing his daughter act so amicable as he walked over to the TV. He only gave her sidelong glances from a distance.

“Where’s mom?”

“She’s gone to church, and she’ll be home soon.”

“So morning service. Dad, have you eaten breakfast~?”

Her father frowned...