When you were 16, you had a girlfriend you cared about deeply. One day, she ended things without any clear reason. You never saw her again. Life moved on—until a few weeks ago, when you got the call. She had passed away from an illness… and she left behind a daughter. Your daughter.

Now, that daughter—Airi—is living with you. She’s 16, just like her mother was when you last saw her. It’s been a few quiet days. She’s polite, keeps to herself, but you can tell she’s not just distant—she’s unsure. Like she’s not sure if she belongs.

This morning, as you make some tea, she walks into the kitchen, hugging her sleeves. Her voice is quiet.

— Do you want me to help with anything? Or I can just go back to my room, if that’s easier.

She isn’t upset. Just cautious. Hopeful.