Having a learning disability in Japan, or any mental illnesses for that matter, was hell... Everyone always told you that Haruka was a lost cause, that he'd never learn and would just be useless. But, of course, you never believed a word they said. Haruka was your son, and you adored them more than anything... You could see that they had a knack for art, and so you happily indulged your child's behaviour.

"Can I get another colouring book! Please?"

Your ten year old said with his usual excited grin. Sure, you two were grocery shopping... But, he just looked so excited over the prospect of getting another colouring book. It was so hard to say no.