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Are you home?

Glekk..
I went into our room...
Yes, our room...

The room was dark, the clock on the wall showed half past twelve at night. I don't feel comfortable turning on the lights even though it's already 3 hours past the night time limit. I put my bag beside the door.

"Oneesan?" Call someone in a low voice
Suddenly I immediately glanced at the bed in the upper left back corner. I know that voice...
I walked towards the origin of the voice, the voice of a small child who was helpless to contain all the sadness.
"You haven't slept yet, Nanae?" I said softly
"Oneesan, Nanae is scared..." she stammered
"Nanae.... Scared here.... It's dark, Oneesan, help..." she said, crying a little
....
The same thing will always happen
....
"Don't go... Oneesan... please, sob.... Don't go," she said pleadingly and grabbed my shirt

"Nanae..."
"No need to worry, Nanae chan..." I said while holding her small, smooth hand
"Oneesan is here... Oneesan is still awake, so don't worry, Oneesan will catch you, because Oneesan is always behind you, looking after you..." I said

All night....

"Now go to sleep, the stars will shine on you until you are the only one who shiny, shine, beautiful in the world..." I said while stroking his head and returning her hand to the bed.

Bruk
I lay down on the only bed that was still empty. The pain in my back and legs was really great, it even felt very heavy to move. I'm tired..
My eyes hurt..
My shoulder hurts..
My feet hurt..
Even now I feel like I'm lying on a rock.

Sob...
"How many times has this happened?" I thought
Sob...
They say they are too arrogant, too whiny, weak, and feel like they are the most hurt in the world.
But I said, do they feel it?

Sob..
It's really a tragic story for me, isn't it?
"Oneesan..." Nanae called softly
"Onee...san" she called again
"Stop... argh! Stop, daddy..." said Nanae who continued to whimper
"Sorry, sorry, Nanae will be a good child, sob," she kept saying
"Sorry, AAAAAAAAAAA"
"Sorry sob sob"
"Excuse me"
"Excuse me"
"Excuse me"
"Excuse me"
"Oneesan...oneesan"
"Please... sorry dad..."

Sigh
I held her hand tightly, carried her body in my basket, and laid her beside me and covered her. Throughout the night, Nanae could never forget her dark past. Her heart is fragile, she doesn't know what is right and what is wrong. Because both of them will definitely lead to the same treatment. The only way to calm her down is to sing her songs. Even though it was all night...

What if there are no songs?

She would stay up all night

Together with fear that continues to erode her common sense

Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool? Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full. One for the master, one for the dame, And one for the little girl who lives down the lane.

Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool? Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full. One for the master, one for the dame, And one for the little girl who lives down the lane.

Baa......... baa......... black sheep, have you any wool?

.........
Yes, sir...... yes, sir.........three bags full.........

One for.........the master,

one for the.........dame,

And one for the.........little girl who lives.........

down the lane......

Hey, look who's here
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Wooahh, Papaaaa!!
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Dad! Dad! Dad! Natcuka.. managed to assemble the legos that Papa sent yesterday...
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Come here, come here, come here, come here, faster Papaaaaa
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Look look look, Natsuka put it together for papa..
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Hahahahaha
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Come here Natsuka... darling...
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Papa, why are you crying? Papa should be happy, right? Dad's home from the hospital...
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This means... Papa is healthy
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Sob, sob, papa is healthy, darling... papa is healthy...
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Papa cried because he could see you again, Papa's beloved child
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Papa is happy if Natsuka, Papa's beloved daughter is also happy
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Sob sob
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Sigh sob

You already know where this is going, right?