The clock needle progressed, and the position of the sun moved just a little further ahead than the apex. I was in my room at about 10: 00 a.m.
Fall asleep on the bed and look up at the ceiling.
Early in the morning, we talked about the future after hearing Maple's true intentions.
At home, there are no maple figures anymore.
Without telling my father and mother anything, my sister disappeared.
Of course, I know where you're going.
For a reason, I chose the option of having prospects and not being at home for my sister.
But it's only a matter of time before my parents notice.
You should come and see how the kids don't show up from breakfast.
During a limited amount of time, I consolidate my resolve about the actions I am about to take after this.
As I have repeatedly said myself, there is no starting over in life.
One failure is a lifetime failure.
Where it can be applied on top of failure, it cannot be completely erased after being left behind.
That's what we're going to do now.
There was no maple, no objection, no dissatisfaction, and he believed and nodded.
In the opposite position, my sister bet on the way I would never be able to.
Now, there's no way you can be scared or aware of it, calming your floating mind.
Drop the sweet idea that you are a child, always assume that they are superior, and don't bend the thoughts you hold.
Put your right hand on your forehead with your back and exhale.
From the quiet indoors and outdoors, the sound of patties and slippers stepping down the hallway approaches.
Are you still asleep?
My mother stopped in front of the door and called me after a few knocks.
For the first time in a long time, this morning's exchange takes place at Makoto's house and nostalgic emotions seep in.
The mouth bleeds naturally, but now I tightly re-tie it if I'm not immersed in such sentiments.
Walking up to the front of the door, I quietly open the door.
My sitting mother had a frightened look as she took a few steps back.
"I'm not impressed with you, Mother, with all your siblings."
"Me and Maple have been up for a long time... what about my father?
At the aperture, my mother looked a little surprised that I came out of the room with clear words and expressions that should be weak in the morning.
And I say I point to the living room.
"I'm cleaning up an easy job in the living room, okay?
"... thanks"
Pass next door with a small thank you as you leave.
Proceed through the short hallway and open the living room door and the sound of the morning information show reaches your ears from the TV.
In sight, my father, who has even become uncomfortable to be at home already, is facing the computer with the paperwork in one hand.
I glance sideways, and as soon as I make sure I'm indoors, I just get my gaze back.
The words that came out instead of morning greetings are sarcastic.
"If you want breakfast, hurry up, your mother won't be able to clean it up"
……
He seems like a strict father, a father who utters words so that he can say strictly about his adolescent son, but do you realize that he has a sleeping cloth in his hair?
Am I loosing my mind because I work from home...... no, my mother should usually check my self esteem.
I guess it's because my dad decided he didn't need to leave home today.
What a terrific mismatch with words.
It's amazing like a kid who calls a local wire the Tokyo Tower.
Patience the sigh seems to be zero, and I walk over to talk to my father before he stuck in his room.
My father and I stop by to work next door and gaze at each other when I realize I'm not going to sit down.
"I'm not going abroad, neither am I."
"What are you doing on your own -"
"It's the same thing my dad says that's unsolicited."
I keep telling him to put the paperwork on my desk and block the voice of my father, who tried to say it back with zero deep sighs.
To what my son says and does. My father turns his expression into a serious face.
I would naturally have expected the opposite, where I was dissatisfied, it doesn't change what my father said.
"I told you first, you can stay in Japan."
"Stop saying it like you're letting me choose... from the start I had no choice but to stay in Japan"
Only routes already consolidated were given.
I am a parent and child, but I have no consultation, no conversation, just pale and convenient content to tell.
Because you're a parent, you can't just snort at words and obey them.
If it's a mistake, it should be right.
Going abroad is probably a good thing for my father.
But it's not a good choice for Maple.
It's one of the bad guys, even potentially a huge obstacle to future relationships.
It is not normal to be normal.
That is the current state of the True Good House.
He left his minor children at home and his parents moved abroad.
I leave the chores of the house to my sister, only the relationship of sending.
Sometimes when I come back, I come back to souvenirs with issues that my kids aren't happy with at all.
Extremely, it suddenly transforms the school life my sister spent nearly a year building into something different.
"... assuming you want your father's student aspirations to come true for your child, it's just self-satisfaction"
"It's also up to parents to nurture their children's talents in the right level of environment."
"Then... even though my real son is a student, leaving him alone is an appropriate level of education."
I'm not going to be sarcastic.
Just disclose your honest mood.
One day the time comes to stay away from my parents and be alone.
Me and Maple, that opportunity is bound to come.
But I didn't think that was the halfway age of a student.
I can't help feeling half abandoned, but this is the problem my father suggested.
"Hey Dad... where did we go wrong, how long have we been such a uncomfortable family?
Still, when my parents were at home and me and Maple were young.
Sure, it should have been a slightly more smiling family, though excessive expectations were hanging on the maple due to the difference in talent they were born with.
Where the hell did you start and when did you lose your family conversation and become a family where everyone never smiled?
My father asked me to lower my gaze.
Is it also on your mind, or are you thinking about it?
At least, it must have been an inquiry that reached my father's heart.
Don't miss the look of it, keep telling.
"Will you reconsider... study abroad is the worst choice if you think about maple"
……
For the first time, I feel like I've asked my father for things.
Previously, when I asked for something from myself, I asked my mother.
I've found it hard to ask because I knew I was drowning in maple.
I was asking myself somewhere in my mind if I didn't have to.
That's fine if you don't have to, but I just want you to hear these words.
There would have been times when he wanted his father to see him, sometimes when he wanted his mother to sweeten him.
This past year, I have supported the house as the sister of the Firm without it coming true.
It could be me, the only family that was supporting my heart, it could be Shizuku, the childhood friendly, and it could be my friends at school.
Could be all of that.
They take everything away at once, what do you think of the maple when it does?
I'm not supposed to be the father who can't think of a situation like that.
I watched my father react quietly.
But still, my father's head was never shaken vertically.
"It may make Maple sad for once...... but given the rest of his life, it should be good for his daughter to study abroad and live with him over there"
"At first, you said you'd be back in Japan soon."
"If things change in the company, inevitably HR changes too... that's the company"
I have complex emotions swirling to my father, who told me as if I had understood.
And at the same time, I know that this guy told us to do what we had to do, but he didn't do anything to the company.
I'm sure he gave up and obeyed, looked good and shook his neck vertically.
He said it was easier to convince his family than to argue with the company.
I'm sure no matter what I say any more, it won't change my father's mind.
Zero one sigh with that feeling.
Then I have no choice.
I wanted to settle things peacefully with my father with conversation and persuasion.
Because I'm sure if you do any more, you'll get a crack in your relationship as a family.
Together we throw away all our expectations to zero breath.
I have no expectations in my foresighted eyes, I just gaze at my father to stare at a point.
"Enough... I'll take care of Maple. Dad can move overseas if he wants."
"You? It would be impossible to decide... how, by and large, I am a student..."
"Until I graduate from high school, I'll be taken care of at my grandfather's house, I've been thinking about going on to school, but even if I get a job, I'll make Maple tuition money... and all the matchmaking stories are blank"
That's all I tell you, I try to turn my heels back and go back to my room if I don't have an errand already.
My father, who was sitting and standing, stood up and said he would put his hand on my shoulder.
"Don't talk to me like I'm a child!... Where's Maple, bring him in and talk"
"I'm already at my grandpa's house... I let him head there early in the morning with the minimum baggage"
My father turned his gaze toward my mother and asked, but I speak the answer.
Maple will be around the time it's already on my grandparents' house.
In the morning, after the two of us had discussed it, we were supposed to hide ourselves before they woke up from sleep.
If you don't respond to the discussion and decide unilaterally, there's no room for discussion here either.
My father's mistake was because Maple had a strong desire to be a good father, or he brought up studying abroad only as a suggestion.
If you look at maple behavior, it is clear that it is a rejection.
And it equals agreeing to my choice.
"Are you going to turn my previous struggles into blisters..."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Dad... but you can't help it because it's not a struggle for us, it's a struggle for yourself"
Drifting away voices and gazes containing anger and stating facts.
Talking about the pageant is for my son's future?
No, the company that the chairman's parents serve is the business partner of my father's company.
As a person in charge, it's one of the choices you make to look good.
Imagine the future of maple, study abroad?
No, I just want to keep my precious and cute own daughter at hand.
It's all for me, and the reason is only afterwards.
So I said, where did I go wrong?
At least my old dad wasn't like this.
Sure enough, he's the one who went to work on holidays and tried to get a little bit of good recognition from around him.
Still, I cared about my family.
The day my family had plans to go out over the weekend, they were opening their appointments no matter how busy they were.
The next day, I remember strongly that my mother was comforting me when my boss complained if I was sarcastic.
"I don't care how far you mock your parents."
The hand that was grabbing his shoulder moved to his chest and he was gripping his clothes hard.
When we approached the critical point where each other's noses touched each other in the attracted recoil, a strong eye was pointed at me.
If it's true, I just want to get out of my sight and pierce my silence.
But you can't push it down here.
"Maple is not my father's cute dressing doll... can't you just ask me one thing about maple I've been putting up with?"
When I say that back, I pay off the arm that was grabbed.
Step back and reject your father trying to get close.
I can't even feel the shards of love I already have toward my son in my pointed eyes.
However, I close my eyes only once to a gaze that sees the object as the spearhead of anger.
When you open your eyes, don't cover your old father with the person in front of you.
As a memory of the past, so that you can remain beautiful.
And in the next eye I opened, there is no shadow of my previous father.
There was no boiling emotion in my chest, I was just calmly gazed at by the person in front of me.
"Thanks to whom the hell..."
My father opened his mouth and let it out that far, but he was never told before.
My mother ran in between to cross my gaze and slapped my father's cheek with her big right hand.
The living room sounded the pleasant sound of slapping his cheek, and his father's face turned to the left with momentum.
"You... you tried to say words your parents shouldn't have said"
Cold, normal gentle and warm voices are free of shards.
Just a cold, heartless voice with no mercy.
My eyes that look at my father are either through anger or cold as my spine freezes sharply.
I've never seen a mother like this.
Until now, my father clouds his expression by not pinching his mouth to talk about me and my father, but by his mother breaking in between the limits of patience and watching him near the entrance to the living room.
Slowly returning her gaze to her father, her mother tells her off.
"Spend your time alone about moving overseas… I'm going to take care of my children"
Hearing the words, my father shivers his shoulders.
But I couldn't look any further.
My mother spoke gently to me as I turned my back and tried to get out of the room.
"Come on, can you pick up the maple too?
"... ok"
"Nice to meet you, brother"
I snorted at my mother, smiling small and sending her out, and I followed her indoors.
Proceeding down the hallway, he leaves his back in the door and exhales loudly, not expecting to leave the front door.
"Phew..."
I didn't expect my mother to help me, who I thought would never take my side.
Or I was helped in many ways.
If my father had said the words as emotional, I would have said the words as emotional, too.
There is not so much hairless talk.
Or I would have repeated a one-sided curse because there was not so much cursing noise recorded in the compilation dictionary.
For example... with idiots and assholes... baldness.
Is it a child? It's a child, I want to be a child.
I want a world of lifelong underage, unending, compulsory education.
... Are you tired, I think about weird things.
I keep the center of gravity in front of me and let it resume its steps.
Maple would also be bored by itself.
I have to pick him up and talk to him about this series of flows.
I'm sure there's a lot of angry language dripping through the house from mother to father.
Buddha's face up to three times, and his mother's patience up to two times.
It seems that the mother, who once respected her father's thoughts, also reached a critical point at the moment when his father tried to utter words that he should not tell his children.
I looked back at my apartment, which had gotten smaller, and whined small.
"Chill your head...... stupid father"
And when I turned my body back and started moving again toward my grandfather's house, I saw him getting used to seeing it from the other side.
Shizuku hung a bag of convenience stores in his personal clothes.
Shizukuishi, who noticed me, waved over and asked at the aperture.
"Hey, have you solved any problems?
"Never mind...... it's just a parent-child fight"
Now I have to pick up the maple.
Detailed explanations of the circumstances should be provided at a later date.
When I pounded her head gently, I waved gently off the spot.
Still, I guess enough to say that I got along a little bit with my father about the maple.
I can't tell you that I didn't want to abandon my life with Shizukuishi, Kirasaka, Yudo and the chairmen because I'm embarrassed and I can't say it to my face.