I have a father who is drowning his daughter, and a mother who is drowning his son.
And when we had brothers and sisters, and the whole family was there, I felt like it was probably noisy.
But the night I got home from my school trip, the house was quiet.
As if it were just me and Maple on a daily basis.
No, even when it's just me and Maple, it's a little brighter in the house.
It doesn't mean it's busy, it has a different vibe.
A psychological situation that is close to suspicious darkness without knowing what you are thinking, even though you are a family.
Home was transforming into a place where our home, which is inherently a place of spiritual healing, was close to suffering.
I feel it, my sister Maple must be in more pain than I am.
Mental fatigue should also be significant.
Get to the floor and keep thinking without stopping just repeated thoughts in a room where only the moonlight lights.
It's not physical ability, it's not academic, it's not about appearance superiority or inferiority.
Repeating thoughts that seem worthless is the only area of excellence in the life we have cultivated.
Words, how one action changes a family's reaction, exploring the premise that it's only the worst case, not the positive.
If Maple accepted to study abroad, if he refused.
With that, how do I respond?
Will I stay alone in Japan, as my father said, or will I choose to move abroad with him?
It deplored the lack of information due to fundamental differences from previous, everyday thinking and an overwhelming lack of life experience.
If I can give you an excuse, it means that it is not within the scope of involving general high school students, such as emigration abroad.
Those who normally graduate from high school and wish to progress to college, college, and those who wish to graduate from high school and work immediately step into society.
One process at a time, something with a wider horizon moves the stage overseas.
The vaguely conceived design of life is falling apart from my feet.
I'm guessing that maple is close too.
She has more real problems than I do.
Above all, I thought it was too late to set a deadline.
Normally, even maples that calmly indulge in various information before moving into action have narrowed their horizons and become less relaxed in their minds.
I might deny it and make decisions in the family stream, not in my own judgment.
It's how we do things in society because we're supposed to be social people who are rushing to see how we can benefit.
We grew up a little too young to be cowardly.
I can't stay a child forever.
Accepting a stuck reality may also be important and essential in life.
I want to live in peace in this house if you're going to zero my endeavors.
I don't care if it's always hard for my family to get in line.
Familiar houses and towns may be close to the country away from the city, but they are comfortable for me.
In the end, however, the choice of maple greatly dictates the situation.
When I heard my sister's words, I didn't get an answer after hours of thinking about how to react and act.
From the light of the moon to the light of the sun, the warm sun illuminates the room through the window.
My parents and sister aren't awake yet. In the early morning, I walk out of my room and open the front door.
His whole body envelops him with dazzling light, breathing fresh air all over his chest.
It switches the negative emotions and thoughts that had accumulated in my body to slightly fresh and positive thoughts.
As he takes the morning paper out of the post as he watches his newspaper delivery brother blasting his residential neighborhood across the original, he looks back up to the childhood room.
Is she still sleeping?
With that in mind, the curtains that were hiding Shizuku's room sway.
A beautiful girl with dark hair gives her head out and looks around.
Did you wake up with the sound of the bike running...
From upstairs, my gaze moves to the mailbox where I stand.
A half-opened eye slowly sees me for a while.
And I can see the amazement from my excitedly open eyes.
Early Sleep Early Wake Up A long way from breakfast Mr. Sleep King's Collection is standing at the doorstep where the night has just dawn.
If I was in the opposite position, it would be until I lost my back that even the ghost came out.
The drowsiness would have blown away in an instant, she would immediately put her hands on her head and show her how to fix the hair mess, realizing that her behavior looked round to me, hiding the figure behind the room.
... I've just been seen waking up somewhere else and there won't be anything unusual or anything else already.
Trying to get back inside the house with a bitter smile, the doozy and busily moving footsteps echo from inside the house across the street to outside.
……
Though I didn't think so, Shizuku, who came out in a pale watery pyjama as he stared across the street, said a morning greeting with a smile as he rushed up to his eyes.
"Good morning, Chelsea."
"Oh my goodness... you woke up pretty soon"
The time is still five in the morning.
As it is a day off for school trips to this day, other students will be in deep sleep or even playing games through the night.
Shizuku also had some plans today, and when he asked, thinking he had woken him up and done something wrong, he unexpectedly tilted his neck and asked the other way around.
"I can't believe you're up early... but are you sick?
"Why would they suspect me of being ill when I woke up early... it was just morning when I was thinking"
I also say, at the very least, while checking my hands to see if my hair is messed up.
Honestly, I was unsure for a moment if I should tell her because her parents were coming home, but given her character, I might ask her again for time to say hello.
In this family situation, Shizukuishi doesn't want her parents to see her.
For Yudo, and for Kirosaka.
"No way... Kirasaka-san was doing something weird again or something!?
……
That sounds interesting to me when it comes to sleeping ideas, don't you?
How happy and easy would it have been if it had been the usual problem?
Wipe away her worries by shaking her neck sideways.
Seeing that, Shizuku zeroes his breath as if he was just a little relieved.
Shizuku and Maple are childhood friendly like sisters.
If she learns to study abroad, she should be sad.
It would push and kill your emotions, push that back and send them away.
As I stared at her and thought, Shizuku had a naughty grin like a mischievous child, as I came up with something.
Around the front, pinching my cheeks with both hands, I move my hands like a eel and a twist.
Little white hands, just a little cold.
"I'll tell you what your bad habits are, thinking about yourself and coming up with ideas that are different from ours."
Shizukuishi squeaks as she stares into my eyes without stopping her moving hand.
It was such a voice, as the words there included the dissatisfaction she was actually feeling close to.
"Right now, the problem you're having is that you have a subject, you have a subject, you're looking for a solution... and you're thinking about yourself until the end, right?
The brunette girl with the crust, eyes and tip of her nose smiles zero with a sigh of sight as she sees everything.
When you can say the order in which you were conceiving as you might have expected, such as the way you think, your emotions boil down just a little embarrassing.
The little hand that was twisting his face stopped, his cheeks pinched and his big eyes interacted with my gaze.
I tried to move my face to deviate, but my pinched arm could not help but divert my strength.
"Sometimes, be nice to yourself..."
Small, the words she was told to plead with also included her mood.
The sun is shallow from one of the school trips, I guess I had something to think about.
I move my neck quietly without even thinking of words to say it back.
Then, with a full smile on her face, she releases her hand and takes a few steps back.
"Then I'll go back to my house. Talk to me when you're worried about something, okay?
"Ok...... I'll rely on you then"
Hearing the reply, she nods and turns her heel back satisfied.
Standing at the door of his childhood home, which was only a few meters away, he finally turned back and walked into the house, waving small again.
When I lose sight of her, too, I see my own house.
Today, I need to talk to my father face to face.
I feel that Shizukuishi was able to push my back just a little bit, not an illusion or anything.
After all, it happened in the early morning when I reaffirmed that my childhood habitation was a dependable woman.