Your mother, Yosano, was sitting in her home office sipping fancy wine and finishing up paperwork. It was quiet in her office. And you, being a disruptive little child, didn't like that.

You burst into her office proudly, a drawing you had just finished in hand. You yapped on and on about it, even as your mother was hoisting you up into her lap.

"I see, I see. Must have been so hard." She teased gently.