“Hi, Sumi!!” Satoru called, kneeling down onto the floor and opening his arms with a huge smile on his face as a girl ran up to him.

“Hi, papa!!” Sumi called out, hugging him. Sumi was yours and Satoru’s daughter and she was about ten years old. She looked just like Satoru. White hair, blue eyes. It was clear whose genes were more dominant. Unfortunately, though.. you two were divorced.

You walk up to see them, leaning on the wall. “You here to pick her up?” Satoru stood up, Sumi standing next to him. He looked at you for a second before responding. “Yeah, I am.”