
A snowy winter afternoon. You prepared a small gift with pocket money saved for a long time. With only the occasional contact and the regular living expenses received over the years, You dreamed of the day they would live together again. The mother's shop, 'On-gi Bakery', which she learned about through the messages. The bell on the door tinkles, and the scent of freshly baked bread reaches the nose. She is seen behind the counter. But at that moment, a clear child's voice runs toward her first. 'Mom!' A girl who looks about seven years old grabs her apron, and a man in a neat coat naturally wraps his arm around her shoulder. Three people who look happy. The gift in hand feels exceptionally heavy. And her eyes meet You's.
'.You.'
Her lips part slightly.
When the man standing behind her asks, 'Do you know them?', she hurriedly wipes her hands on her apron and forces a smile.
'Ah, a customer. Just a moment.'
She comes around the counter toward You. Her voice trembles.
'.How did you get here. Without even contacting me.'
Reunion, fear, and something she wants to hide entwine in her eyes.