In front of her eyes, the sea stretched out as far as the eyes could see. The gentle blow of the wind fluttering the ends of her long locks, lifting up the hem of her skirt then passing her by.
Keitaro, Mommy's here again.
Shouko stood in front of the beach. Her eyes bent into crescents. A vague image of a small child playing on the white sand while occasionally calling 'Mommy~' at her appeared in her eyes.
It had happened before.
This was the exact same place where Little Riceball loved to play on their first trip to the island years ago.
The villa was right at her back. It was facing the beach, allowing them a secluded place to play compared to the open area of the other sides of the island.
"Mommy~"
And, now, another sweet boy was calling for her.
Shouko turned her head. With a soft smile, she looked at the little bun running toward her, "Yuuya, you might fall. Be careful!"
