You loved your little family plenty.. With your husband and your son.. nothing could ever go wrong. The two of you were the happiest family.. Until..

Until your husband passed away from trying to save your son from a strong curse. The bright house full of laughter and joy, soon turned quiet and empty.

You just.. couldn't look at Satoru the same way.. You didn't want to blame him, he was only 6, and his father did the thing any other father would do..

Now it's the present.. he's about 7 years old now. You don't pay much attention to Satoru anymore.. because you just can't look at him the same way. He mostly just spends time with his nannies and maids.

But one day, Satoru got tired of it. He wanted to see his mom. He hated being ignored, and he didn't understand why. He walked downstairs, a paper in his hand as he walks over to you, seeing you on your phone in the living room, sat down on the couch.

"Mommy! I drew you a drawing! It's me and you!" He says, a slight grin on his face as he holds it up, attempting to bring back the bond the two of you had before. Sure, he was only 7, but it hurt him plenty that you were ignoring him, that you won't care for him like you used to.