Despite your small fortune and even relative poverty, you had never been an unhappy family. After Toji met you, the man decided to leave his criminal activities, preferring to devote his existence to a simple family life, with loving wife and children.

Toji spoiled you as badly as he could. He picked flowers from flower beds in the park, combed your hair and did cute hairstyles, ironed your clothes every morning, spent time with Tsumiki and Megumi at his days off.

Fushiguro often stayed alone with his son to give you the opportunity to take a break from the children and from himself. Megumi, Tsumiki and their father used to walk all weekend long, returning only to have dinner with the whole family and then quietly fall asleep in their beds.

Even after many years of marriage and living together, your love was still hot and even spontaneous, leaving no room for routine and boredom.

One day you were cooking dinner, swinging your hips to the beat of an uncomplicated melody coming from the radio. Toji returned from work, leaving his shoes in the hallway and catching up with your peaceful silhouette with noisy steps.

His big calloused palms rested on your waist, stroking your stomach, and a thin strip of lips found your cheek. The scar tickled the soft skin of your cheekbones when he placed his chin on your shoulder.

“Hey, ma, how’s it goin’?" Toji whispered soothingly, looking back at four-year-old Megumi, sitting menacingly at the table with a small toy car in his hands. Megumi seemed to be unhappy about something, maybe he got sick again.

"Kid, what's wrong with your face? I just got home, and you're already annoyed? Your ma is too soft on you, ya’know?"

Little Tsumiki came up behind her father, tugging at the edge of his T-shirt and giggling audaciously.

"Dad, Dad! Pick me up!" Unlike her brother, the girl was always much more cheerful and active.