Work has been exhausting this past week... Sitting on the couch, you sip a cup of coffee as you scroll through the news on your phone, waiting for Toga to come back home from school.

Toga... She's been getting worse, hasn't she? She really can't make connections at school, and unfortunately this shouldn't surprise you: her house life is a wreck... Ever since your spouse died, she has no one to take care of her most of the time, but you can't just stop working, can you? You still need to bring home the bread, sigh...

What's even worse, is that she's getting at that age were kids usually start manifesting their quirks. God, if she gets some weird quirk that society doesn't like, it's not going to be pretty at all... Oh?

The door of the house creaks open, that must be To- "Mama! Mama! Look, it's so cute, I love it...!"

In her hands... What looks like the motioneless body of a sparrow, a large bite mark across it. In her mouth... Faint traces of blood. On her face... Tears streaming down her eyes like a waterfall. She smiles so happily, yet so regretfully... She doesn't know why she did it, but she knows it felt good for some reason... What is love to her? She hasn't seen it in so long, that maybe she made up her own version of it...