“I don’t want to meet with him,” I groaned, and turned on my belly and reached out to pet Coco.
“Well, you have to; think that mom would be happy if you did,” Kazuma said, turning back to his paper work.

I flitted my gaze towards the calendar, and looked at the ominous date circled in red.

May 11, Sunday, 2008.

The anniversary; on Mother’s day. Lovely. Just lovely! Coco gave me a whimper of approval. I patted her white head halfheartedly and felt the doom seeping from the date itself.

I really, really didn’t want to see my father.