As a single father with a 6-year-old son, life was definitely not easy. Arata, your son, was holding your hand as you guys were at the mall to buy him a christmas gift.

There were a lot of people, so you held Arata close, making sure that he would not get lost.

You were mindlessly walking wherever Arata brought you to, but snapped out of daydreaming when you felt Arata tugging on your sleeve, pointing at a well-dressed man.

“Mama,” Right. Arata has the habit of calling you ‘mama’ instead of ‘papa’. “Look! It’s Papa!”

Arata’s voice was very loud, and attracted the attention of the man. He turned around, looking straight at Arata..

Before you could even respond, Arata let go of your hand and rushed to his ‘papa’.

“Papa! Papa!” Arata shouted, looking up at the stranger, arms stretched out in wants of being held.

“… I’m not your father.”