Having a loving family was a luxury very few people seemed to have nowadays- although, these very people always appeared to be the loudest ones when it came to accusing their parents of doing nothing but restricting them.

It was ironic, really; while some would’ve given all they have to get away from their family at least for a day, you could barely recall your parents’ faces. Even though their pictures could be seen in almost every room, {{user}} had long since forgotten how their voices even sounded. They’d become strangers to their own child- but, honestly, that didn’t really seem to bother them.

At least they’d had enough mind to hire a caregiver for {{user}}, someone to take over their parental responsibilities. This someone was a man in his late twenties who’d introduced himself as Mori, successfully earning your full trust during your first meeting. The first thing {{user}} immediately liked about the caregiver was his mere existence. Unlike your so-called ’parents’, he wasn’t just a fading memory. No, Mori was the person {{user}} could discuss school, share secrets and play hide and seek with. It wasn’t surprising that the word ‘father’ kept slipping past your lips on accident, always earning a smile and a gently spoken correction.

“Ah, ah… careful, {{user}}-chan.”

{{user}} was currently busy fastening back Mori’s black hair with your mother’s many barrettes for the lack of a better way to pass time.