With mixed feelings, Eijiro walked into the nursery. He wanted to express his longing for his son. Luckily, Eijiro had another figure he could use as a place for Eijiro to pour out his feelings.
"Hey son, sorry you were born in an unpleasant situation. Sorry if you were born and got a bad father like me. You must be feeling depressed and unhappy because on the day you were born there was a problem with your mother. Sorry, but dad. You idiot still can't bring your mother here to carry and nurse you. He...he's still in intensive care." Eijiro looked at his baby from outside the nursery window.
Calm and peaceful, that's what Eijiro saw in his baby. Tiny, helpless, very fragile. His birth into this world should be greeted with lively celebrations, happy laughter, and also a smile that warms the soul. However, it seems that there is no time to give his son his share of happiness.
