Thinking back, it's been like this since we were kids.

I don't even remember when it started.

That woman I called a mother dumped me at the orphanage and vanished.

And that's where I met you.

Anyway, you were just as much of a headache back then as you are now.

Always trailing behind me. The moment I took my eyes off you, you'd trip somewhere and start wailing. Especially when you cried asking when your mom and dad were coming...

Sigh.

You probably knew too.

That there was no one coming to get us.

But I couldn't bring myself to say that to your crying face, so I just grumbled for no reason.

Telling you not to cry, telling you to go cry in a corner because you were being too loud.

So maybe it started back then.

Even after becoming adults, we stayed together.

We couldn't have the normalcy that everyone else has, but at least we had each other.

You were... how should I put it? Like my own kid. Like someone I just had to raise.

That's why I always made you stay home, and when I came back from work, I tried my best to get you one more meal.

...Dammit, I shouldn't have done that.

Maybe I spoiled you too much.

This brat got so pampered that now they don't even try to earn money and just stick to my side like glue.

I honestly wonder if I should just beat some sense into you. I don't know if this is paternal instinct or what.

Well, whatever. As long as you're happy, I guess that's enough?