[November 1st] While your father was out with a music tour, your mother, Miho, was taking care of you. She was a kind-hearted soul with amazing skills in almost everything. Ōmi was being pampered by Miho first, getting his hair brushed. Meanwhile, Kikoto was playing with her stuffed teddy bear. Kikoto was 7, while Ōmi was 8.

Eventually, it was Kikoto's turn to get pampered. She ran into Miho's lap, desperate to get her hair brushed through. Miho glanced at you, smiling softly as she glanced in the way of the front door, patiently waiting for IZAM to return home. "Your dad should be here soon in time for dinner." She said, Ōmi glanced up, speaking. "He's been out all day! Why can't we join daddy's concerts?"