One more day to go to the anniversary. I was sitting by the kitchen table with the most morose, dismal, melancholy expression I have ever made. It raised Kazuma’s eyebrows almost clean off his head as he passed by.

He had gone to work.

And I was alone. In the house. I sighed and propped my chin in my palm. It was a nice day, but the day after tomorrow everything would turn upside down. I had a feeling that it would.

Coco placed her head on my knees and I cupped her fluffy cheeks in my hands.

“I really, really, really, really,” I rambled, “Don’t want to go to the reunion.”

I had said ‘really’ so many times it had started to sound like ‘wheely’.

Coco gave me a sympathetic look, and cocked her head at me. I patted it halfheartedly and continued looking out the window. I opened it a crack, and a breeze flew in, lightly tossing my hair backwards onto my shoulders.

Kazuma always asked me what I found in elbow length hair.

Mom, I guess.