•Flashback•
"Touya! C'mon! Wanna play ball?"
I heard Fuyumi call from the back porch.
"Sorry sis, I'm making lunch for Shoto. Do you all want some soba?"
I called back, getting the water ready.
"I'll have some!"
Natsuo replied, walking into the house, holding the call under his arm, having his dorky smile on.
"Can you go get mom for me, Natsuo? And Fuyumi, can you please get Shoto?"
I asked, getting the noodles opened, quickly pouring them into the pot.
Usually I would make the noodles by hand like Shoto likes, but I was running short on time today.
Yes, I know, I'm only 9, but mom taught me how to cook for Shoto when she felt "sick."
But looking back at it.
She wasn't "sick"...
It was just dad...
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RandomResentment re·sent·ment /rəˈzentmənt/ noun bitter indignation at having been treated unfairly That's the word Touya would tell Shoto to use when talking about their father. He knew the 11 year old hated...
