“Yuki regretted that time he burst into tears in that café.
It had all started during breakfast last Christmas. Suddenly, his father, Kenji, said: “Yuki, how about we go to Disneyland?”
Yuki was taken aback: Kenji often said he had too much work and was rarely at home.
“Don’t you have work?”
“What? Don’t you like the idea?”
“No. That’s not it.”
Yuki glanced across the table at his mother, Aoi, who was eating toasted bread. Whenever Aoi asked Kenji’s opinion about something, he would always say: “I have work, I’ll leave the household matters to you,” so Yuki thought he should consult his mother before accepting his father’s invitation.
“It sounds nice to me. It’s Christmas, after all, right?” said Aoi.
“Exactly,” Kenji agreed.
It had been a while since Yuki had seen Aoi smile in front of Kenji, so he exclaimed happily: “Okay, let’s go!”
They went to Disneyland by car. Aoi was driving and Yuki sat in the passenger seat. At first, the trip went smoothly, but it was Christmas and there was heavy traffic. At some point, they started arguing: about the route, about whose fault it was, about who was more right. As always. Ever since Yuki was born, his parents had changed. Their values clashed, small tensions turned into big fights. And in the back seat, a child in an elementary school uniform with a shiny satchel on his back absorbed every word without understanding why love can wear out so easily.”