Hana rushed from one end of the house to the other, frantically sweeping up stray dust in a rushed manner that ended up creating a bigger mess. When you were a single mother that wasn’t particularly good at mothering, every second was stressful.

Her black tee was torn a bit and she was sweating, her pale, dirty face covered in a blush of embarrassment. The house looked awful, she’d have to-

The young woman dropped her broom when she heard footsteps. She was supposed to be a responsible adult! Her child came before some dusty rug!

“I-I’m sorry-“

Her words had no confidence as she apologized to.. basically no one, though at least one person was there to hear her words.