When I realized I was lying on the couch.
While Alicia and I were watching the cartoon, I seemed to have fallen asleep at some point.
There was a blanket on my body that I don't remember.
... I wonder if Youna hung it for me.
There are signs of people from the kitchen.
The sound of a rhythmic knife, it was a familiar sound that I kept hearing for fifteen years after birth.
The nostalgia builds up, and I get up off the couch and look back.
- Mother.
Check its appearance over the kitchen counter.
He was always watching over us brothers and sisters, his proud mother.
"Oh, how many did you wake up?...... Are you all right?
My mother talks to me like a matter of course.
"Uh, Mother...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
You figured out how many I was, didn't you?
"I asked Yuna. I was half-hearted at first, but as soon as I saw your sleeping face, I knew."
"……… It doesn't seem to have anything in common."
"That's not true. Even a few of us were cute when we were little. I've been looking at you ever since I was born, haven't I?
"That's right..."
Either way, it was honestly helpful not to have an exchange with my mother to get her to believe me.
Aside from the hassle and time, it's pretty tough to be seen with the kind of gaze that you see others in your family.
"Welcome back, a few...... thanks for coming back"
Mother says so and wipes her eyes with her hands.
"I'm home, Mother"
"Because I'm going to make a few favorite hamburgers today. I look forward to it."
That's good news, I'm honestly glad.
"Mr. Ikto, may I say hello to your mother?
"Uh, Alicia wants to say hello to your mother... okay?
"Okay.... I am Yukiko, my mother of several. Yuna told me about Alicia... thank you so much for taking my son home."
"Mother, my name is Alicia. Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Ikto. I apologize for any inconvenience you may have caused your mother by saving our world."
Trace Alicia's words that you can hear in your head and tell your mother.
Stretch your spine and remember Alicia's movements. Lower your head with an apology at the end.
"Mr. Alicia, please raise your head down. I hear you saved a few people from drowning to death. It is thanks to you that my son has thus returned safely. Thank you so much."
Mother lowers her head deeply to Alicia.
"Yet, Yuna is right, Alicia is such a cute and good daughter... I wonder if this is how my son would bring his daughter-in-law"
"Huh!?
"What are you suddenly saying…………"
"'Cause there's even a few of you now, right, Alicia? Then it's not like my daughter."
My mother walks out of the kitchen and approaches me. And I held Alicia as I was.
I've become Alicia, and I'm one head taller than my mother, and when I get hugged, I'm wrapped up in my chest. My mother has held me like this since I was in elementary school.
"Mother... thank you..."
I told my mother as I heard Alicia in my head.
Thanks for adding my feelings.
"" "I'll have it" "
My family's voice echoed in the living room.
Each table is served with a cup of tea served with rice, a bowl of miso soup, and a round plate of vegetable salad in a hamburger.
It was our home meal that we dreamed of in the other world.
Start with a piece of hamburger with chopsticks and release it into your mouth.
"Ha... it's delicious..."
Next, carry the rice into your mouth with one mouthful and chopsticks.
'This is the rice a few of you were talking about... it's slightly sweet and delicious'
Continue and sip miso soup with the juice broth.
'This soup is characterised by a unique flavour… but it has a very gentle flavour'
I tasted it silently.
The flavour that used to be spoken on a daily basis. Common menu.
Until last year, I took it for granted that my mother could cook me dinner.
But it made me realize how grateful I was that I didn't like it in the other world.
"This is… all tasted even better with rice!?
That's what I've been going through my days thinking about eating our rice again one day, chewing hard dried meat and overcoming hunger on my painful journey.
'The salad is also on. The sour sauce is easy to eat and delicious!
Therefore, I had this meal, Mixed Mixed, which I was able to taste again, chewed up.
"Ha-ha-ha... they're all delicious... a mix..."
I put the last grain left in the tea bowl into my mouth, and I quietly put the chopsticks down.
Together, I turned straight to my mother, who was concerned about how my meal was.
"It was delicious… Mother, it was delicious."
That was the most heartfelt of the sixteen years I was born and raised.