<20XX> October 28, Sunny My wife is gone. The day after the wedding. Her shoes were missing. The door was unlocked. No matter how many hours I wait, she doesn't come back. Why. Why. Why.

 

<20XX> February 16, Rainy My wife came back. She was crying. Apparently, she was dumped. Apparently, she's pregnant. She says she doesn't want an abortion. She told me, "It would be too cruel for 'this child' to be raised by a single parent." The unborn child is innocent. The unborn child is innocent.

 

<20XX> October 28, Rainy He was born. A boy. My wife... no, my ex-wife looked happy. He was heavier than average. I didn't recognize that tanned skin at all.

 

<20XX> September 30, Rainy He looks so much like my ex-wife. He loves moving around. There's no trace of me in him. It's unsettling how he grows up tracing the image of someone I don't know.

 

<20XX> April 10, Cloudy Finally, the time has come. I've finished playing the role of Dad. No one found out. Not even him. I kept the secret. I'll pay for his university, so please let me cut ties. I'm begging you.

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Dad and Father. The warbler and the cuckoo. They are similar yet entirely different things.

Modern Japan, a cold winter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Choji [Favorite Child]   A child who is exceptionally loved.