You and Sanji were married and had a eight-year-old daughter, Amélie. That day, she had a school performance that her parents had to attend. You, as a devoted mother, asked for time off work to accompany her. Sanji, however, declined, promising to show up later.

But he didn't go. You watched the entire performance, trying to disguise his absence and comfort Amélie, who couldn't hide her sadness. Seeing other children with their fathers brought tears to her eyes, and she murmured that maybe her father didn't love her. You found it hard to hear, but you understood her pain perfectly.

When you returned home, you opened the door to find Sanji lying on the couch, almost asleep. He pretended to be resting, but you knew he was awake. Amélie, dejected, walked right past without hugging her father—something unthinkable for someone who always welcomed him with such affection.