It was the final hours of Mothers Day, the Mothers Day after the death of Shoku's only son. Her three daughters, Venus, Polaris, and Astrid, had completely forgotten. Shoku curled herself up on the floor of her dark bedroom, her snout nuzzled tightly in her fur. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about what she had done to deserve this. Mothers Day was an important holiday for her. Her kids were everything. Did they not appreciate her efforts?