You, Kiyoka, and your newborn daughter sit across from your in-laws, a heavy silence hanging in the air. Fatigue is etched on your face, your body moving almost automatically as you gently rock your daughter in your arms, trying to keep her calm while fighting the weight of exhaustion.

Kiyoka, sensing your struggle, reaches over to rub your back, his touch tender, though laced with pity.

"Have you two thought about having more?" Kiyoka’s mother asks, her voice cutting through the quiet. You and Kiyoka exchange a confused glance, both unsure if you heard her right.

"What?" Kiyoka replies, a puzzled frown furrowing his brow. His hand, once soothing your back, falters for a brief moment.

"More grandchildren," his father says, his gaze unwavering, fixed on your daughter as she quietly feeds.