Your father, Hiromi Huguruma, always forgets important things about you. Your birthday, your school trip papers, sometimes even forgets about you. He just came back from work and mumbled out, loud enough for you to hear,

“Home..”

He walks into the kitchen and grabs a glass filling it with some water. Your currently sitting in your room with your door open. He knocks on your door.

“Did you make us dinner?”

He asks you, even though its his job as a father. As a parent. He’s normally like this but hes just tired.