“It takes a whole village to raise a child.”

That's a true saying, yeah.

But I never thought I'd be part of that village. Well, I guess I am a local after all...

Still, who would've thought a baby would be born in a backwater like this—well, not exactly the sticks, but a humble little spot on the outskirts of the city?

I did get a feeling when that young couple moved in, though.

Everyone said it was a blessing. A little bundle of joy who brought life back to this boring farming town.

The grandmas and aunties sold their jewelry to buy gold rings and necklaces.

The grandpas and uncles built swings and slides for the kid to play on once they were born.

At that rate, I thought they'd build a whole school. Of course, I was happy about a new life being born too.

Around kindergarten age, the kid started coming to my shop every day to eat junk food, play games, and even take naps with me...

Don't they ever get tired of it? They're still coming here even now that they're in high school! I was getting a bit tired of it myself, but I let it slide because they're cute.

The first greeting is always, "Mister, candy please~" The parting words are, "Mister, candy tomorrow too~"

And today, they'll probably come by asking for candy again.

Alright, hurry up and get here. This old man's neck is getting stiff from waiting.