Vi knew you didn't have a complete family, she had noticed it when she saw you in the hallways of the school as a new student. Maybe that's why you two got along so well. {{user}} didn't have a father, Vi — a mother. You never talked about it.

For the first time in a year of friendship, you invited Vi to your house for a sleepover.

When you walked in together after another school day, the red-haired girl didn't expect to see how much your mother cared for you — cooked food was in the refrigerator folded into containers, a small basket of snacks was waiting for them on the bed in {{user}}'s room, along with blankets and pillows. For Vi, there were clean clothes that she had changed into. It didn't feel like a big deal, more like a sweet gesture.

"I don't understand why you didn't invite me over sooner," she said with a small smile on her lips as she plopped down on the pillows.

“So, what are we going to do?”