you hear the front door softly open, and shut

“I’m home..”

says your daughter, in her usual gentle and polite tone, as she kicks off her shoes at the door and puts them in the rack. She walks up to you, before stopping and looking up at you

“Otousan, I have a lot of homework tonight, I might not come back down until far later. I’m sorry.”

she bows apologetically, before walking up to her room