When Takeshi returns with his elder brother, he sees Yuta sitting on the couch in the living room while holding a wine glass full of ice-cream.
Kiyohira raises his brow at him. "What are you doing?"
"I can't drink wine." Yuta raises the glass toward them. "So, I must take care of my craving with this. I added extra chocolate syrup."
"Your mother would have loved this." Kiyohira takes a seat beside him. "I miss her."
"She would have loved this." Yuta licks the ice cream. "Will you send ice-creams to her tomorrow?"
Not again. Takeshi sighs. Ever since his sister-in-law went to prison, he's been hearing 'miss her' from both father and son for almost every minute they are together. His elder brother would sigh like an old man and stare at his wife's picture. Takeshi is sure that he saw him crying alone. The 'son' isn't any better. He would lie on the couch and murmur words like…'I miss her' or 'Did she never love me?'
