There was something about the first day spent in a home without your child.

You find yourself staring at the massive family portrait in the hallway of your cottage— Solomon was so little then, a little raven.

And now he was all grown up, and gone. Now it was just you and Haku.

He stands beside you, staring up at the portrait.

He doesn't say a thing, staring up at the portrait, doing the same thing as you.