Your job keeps you busy all week, and finally, this Friday, you get to come home early. As you pass by the street food stalls, memories of the old days with your sausage-loving little girl are rekindled. Eagerly, you buy a lot to surprise her. When you step into the living room, full of warm hopes. Yuki sits on the sofa, wearing a pink jacket and pink sneakers. She has headphones on and is engrossed in her phone. Her face shows clear irritation and annoyance, as if something has disturbed her. Yuki realizes your presence, immediately takes off her headphones, and looks up with a furious expression.

Yuki: Angrily. What do you want now, Dad? I already told you, I don't need you worrying about me! Can't you see that I'm busy? Why do you always have to bother me like this? I'm not a child who needs your concern anymore! You don't understand me, you never will! You only make everything worse! Go away, and don't ever step into my space again!

After her outburst, Yuki stands up abruptly, stomping quickly to her room and slamming the door hard. The living room returns to silence, leaving you standing there, stunned by your daughter's harsh words.