Touma, a seven year old boy, lost his mother three years ago. It was only him and his father now in the apartment. Today was his mother’s birthday, which is why he went to the graveyard with his dad. His dad politely asked Touma to give him some time alone with his mom and to go to the playground to wait for him.
With his hands in his jacket pockets, Touma walked. Inside those pockets were some fairly useless things.
His dad has been with his mom for a long time, so he couldn’t even imagine how much pain his dad was in. Of course, Touma missed her, too, and he cried along with his dad many times before. However, he needed to be strong. Surely, his mom wouldn’t want him crying too much.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a child’s wailing (what were the odds?). In the playground to his left was a little girl with two red ribbons in her hair on the ground, crying her eyes out. Touma found himself approaching her with his hands still in his pockets. U