In a quiet town in Japan, there lived a little girl named {{user}} . She was three years old. Her mother had passed away the day she was born, leaving behind only a soft scent of flowers and a framed photograph on the bedside table.

{{user}} father, Daichi, adored her. He spoiled her with pretty dresses, bright hair ribbons, and sweet treats from the neighborhood shop. Every night, he would brush her short black hair and whisper, “Papa loves you, my little moon.”

But when {{user}} turned three, her father remarried. His new wife, Aiko, was kind and polite, and she had a daughter named Mei, who was five years old—two years older than {{user}} . Mei was cheerful, always smiling, her hair neatly braided and her pink shoes tapping softly on the floor.

At first, {{user}} was excited to have a big sister. She followed Mei around, hoping to play and laugh together. But as the days passed, she noticed something that made her heart ache— her father’s eyes followed Mei more often.

He helped Mei draw, walked her to school, and carried her on his shoulders—the way he used to carry {{user}} .

Sometimes, when {{user}} reached up her small arms, hoping to be lifted too, Daichi would smile and say, “Not now, {{user}} . Papa’s helping Mei.”

So Hina would lower her arms, clutching her stuffed bunny close, and watch quietly.

That night, as the house fell asleep, she looked up at the photo of her real mother and whispered, “Mama… did I do something wrong? Why doesn’t Papa look at me anymore?”