When my father walks out of the living room, the room turns into a quiet space.
Maple grabs the material and shuts up, and Mother still has nothing to say.
I was just standing there, too, and I couldn't do anything.
Nothing, nothing really could have been done.
I grew up a little bit, and within me I was beginning to hold something resembling confidence, an arrow tip, a form that frustrated my nose.
Sudden proposal to study abroad.
And in addition to selling my parents' house, it's practically like I've been declared to live alone.
Should this be seen as abandoned or independent?
For the latter, wouldn't it be too positive?
When my father returns home, he sets his gaze on his mother, who has nothing to say, he coincidentally overlaps with his raised gaze.
Those eyes are the same gentle eyes as always.
So why doesn't that sweet mother say anything?
Honestly, I thought it was something you'd disagree with.
When I'm done explaining my father, let's ghost his expression and disagree and keep living in this house for all of us, that's what he'll say...
Maple should have had the same expectations.
My sister's gaze at my mother is mixed with suspicion.
"Is it okay that your mother thinks the same thing as your father?
I asked my mother on behalf of my brothers and sisters.
A mother of two children and a skinned mother invisible to a woman forty years ago, she looks alternately at me and Maple when she raises the gaze she was dropping.
And when I took one deep breath before I spoke, I opened my small mouth and exposed my own mood.
"No, I'm not in agreement at all, I'd rather disagree!
"What?"
"To?"
She swelled her cheeks like squirrels and said with momentum that she was likely to hear the sound of the effects, even with a pump.
In contrast, me and Maple stand up with their mouths open.
... Whatever that means.
I thought you didn't say anything because the story had hardened between my father and my mother.
The same goes for maple, no doubt.
But Mother continues her words with dissatisfaction.
"Selling a house, letting go of my brothers and sisters, leaving my son alone in Japan, there's nothing beneficial about it"
"Then why...?
He didn't say anything in the conversation earlier.
Before the opening mouth pronounced the words, Mother said.
"But I wanted you to hear my opinion, your father's opinion, before you judge me."
"You can judge me and say it... you don't have a real choice left"
"No, it's not. Come on, we still have a choice... depending on how Maple feels"
The mother's gaze directed at her is gentle and asks towards the maple with a voice that asks inside her heart.
"What did Maple think? Interested in studying abroad?
"It's... but"
Shortly separated, the maple turns its gaze towards me.
I understood the meaning immediately.
If I go abroad, I guess you feel like I'm going to be alone.
But my mother instantly tells the maple that she had such a gaze on her.
"Don't take your brother for a reason."
……
"Don't hold your brother accountable."
Maple unwittingly silences himself in strong, firmly emotional language.
At a sudden point in the story, it's hard to make a decent decision.
A deadline has also been set, and one choice could tear the family apart.
It's too heavy a choice for a freshman high school girl.
But Mother also quickly turns her expression into a gentle smile.
It's my usual mother's smile.
"No heart, you'll think it's terrible from around you, but for once, your father's words mean something."
That said, the mother organizes the story by adding explanations to each and every one of her father's unilateral words.
The first thing that came out was about studying abroad.
I suddenly started to say why I was studying abroad.
"My father wanted to study abroad as a student. In the years to come, people who can use different languages are on the cutting edge - so submit an application to the school side."
Talk about the situation at the time, as I miss it.
The old father that only his mother knows about.
Honestly, I don't have any shards of interest, but I only listen to my ears.
"Even if he wanted to, his father refused to study abroad because of the convenience of the funds and the appropriateness of the school."
So, that went on. The gaze was directed at the maple.
"I didn't want my daughter to miss the possibility that she couldn't get her hands off her throat."
To her mother, who explains so, Maple lays her eyes down for the first time and then says back.
I don't see any previous strays or confusion in the expression.
"Still... I don't think it's the father's decision to leave your brother alone"
Maple said in a strong voice.
How am I supposed to react when this happens?
He nodded and said, "Yes, yes!" to protest and see, or to show a bare gesture of tears with difficulty...
In the meantime, let's ask your mother's opinion in adulthood.
In response to a question from Maple, her mother nods and shows her grandiose.
"That's where the matchmaking comes up... no matter how many people were growing up, it's not a set to be able to stand on their own, the mother studied abroad as well as her sister, if so, who will keep an eye on the matchmaking nearby..."
"Is the chairman a substitute for two... too rude for someone like that to want to say no"
"Of course, it's not a pageant arranged with this one-sided thought, is it? I've been told that if they're together, they're not wealthy families, so I'm not thinking about the stakes, they just overlap with each other."
How much easier would it have been to hear that from my father during an earlier conversation?
But even if I could just hear it from my mother's mouth, I think the hammer I was comfortable with was a little lighter.
Her mother went on to say in a bright voice when she was dropping her gaze and zeroing a little sigh.
"Well, your mother was perfectly fine when your father told you this story, because she saw Vinta less than four times in anger."
"... is it Master Left"
That's not okay at all, is it?
So you guys have been creating an evil vibe since you got home.
No, I was really worried, seriously.
As much as I seriously thought that my father's words had turned me into a daughter-in-law whose mother would say nothing.
But I also found out a little why, so I was somewhat relieved.
I mean, I'm only relieved in this conversation.
I am so relieved that I change my last name to Mr. Allen.
But nothing has been solved to the point, her mother turns her eyes to the maple to reaffirm it.
"I haven't told your father, but I'm telling him that the school side hasn't yet finalized on Maple's study abroad, and we can't change the course of a child at the discretion of his parents"
"Mother...... thank you!
Finally, the conversation returns to business as soon as the little mother smiles at the maple that gave her a bright look.
"Good maple, I think compact can help maple in any situation, but don't use your brother as a reason for choosing your life, I don't care who is responsible for anything but my life"
When Maple listens to her mother, she nods and shows one small thing.
Time is limited, but it's an important choice for my future, and I'll keep a quiet eye on it until I get an answer.
With that in mind, my mother's gaze can be directed at me.
"Come on, you can talk to your father for real in three days too... because you'll see why you don't engage your father. That guy, he's very simple, isn't he?
Answer the mother who smiles and suggests, reluctantly I nod as much as my sister.
It's been years since my father and I talked seriously together.
I just imagine that all the bad memories are played back in my brain...
Mother gently strokes Maple's hair with apologies for the problems her father has suddenly mentioned so far.
It's okay, if you whine so small to reassure me, it's this one's turn next.
It's not even the year my parents stroke my head...... there's no circumstantial refusal, and if I thought so, my mother walks over here with her eyelids closed and her mouth stuck out.
"Yes, I'm sorry about the collection. Later!
"Who will..."
I held my finger in the middle of my forehead and told my mother to stay away from me with the crunch of my face.
Both Maple and Mother finally smile and the living room atmosphere turns into something slightly bright.
Maple needs time to think alone, too.
I, too, can't waste my life while my sister is trying.
Looking out at the courtyard I could see through the window, I decided to remember when was the last time I had a serious conversation alone with my father.