Fukami's Diary of The Great Blue Sea

Day twelve

We finally got back home. It feels great being somewhere I'm familiar with...

Today, ever since we got back, I've been trying to relax. We just got home, too. It's always nice to read a book and drink some tea while relaxing. In the other room, i hear Memoca yelling and Dolphi blubbering over crayons. Apparently Memoca doesn't want to share the blue.

In the next room, I hear Wadanohara gently pressing down on the keys of her father's piano that he left behind. She misses him, I'm sure of it.

She came up behind me, asking what I was doing. I was writing but pretended that it was one of my books. She doesn't question me much, nor does she try to read my books and diaries. Maybe one day I'll give her a book of her own to fill in, and maybe she'll even let me read it afterwards?

That probably won't be until a while now.

Until I find a way,

Fukami