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"All passengers for flight 2:30 from Boston to Japan, please proceed to the boarding section."

I stood up and carried my bag towards the section. Finally, after three years, I'm going back to Japan! I've missed a lot of people. I wonder how are they doing now.

I nestled in my seat and got ready to take a nap. It will be a very long flight so I have enough time to rest. Or so I thought.

After hours of trying to sleep, which was very hard due to the cramped seat, the signal for landing was lighted, indicating that in a few minutes, we would be in Japan.

I grabbed the seat handles tightly, seeing that the landing always make my stomach churn upwards, like in a coaster ride. Then I boarded off the plane and looked for a familiar face in the airport.

"Kairi-sama," I spun towards the location of the voice and found Tanaka-san, our butler.

He walked towards me and smiled, "Welcome home, Kairi-sama."

I returned the gesture and sighed, "It feels good to be home."

He escorted me outside the airport and into our limousine. The driver opened the door and gently closed it once I was inside. You must be thinking, a butler, driver and a limousine. Am I rich?

Yes, yes I am. My parents, specifically my dad, own the largest shopping mall that has over a hundred branches in the world, the MH or Masahiko, our family name. While my mom owns a clothing line called MK. It was named after my initials.

How about me? I, too, am indulged in a business. I own a restaurant that has 5 branches in the whole country. It's called STK and it stands for Satoko, Tachi and Kairi, my mom and dad's name followed by my name.

So why wasn't I boarded in the first class plane? Simple. I wouldn't want spending a lot of money for something so useless. I mean, I still arrived in Japan, all in one piece.

"Where are mom and dad?" I asked Tanaka-san.

"They were away on a business trip," he replied.

That's weird. I'm sure they wouldn't be away when they knew I was coming. I mean, when I said I was returning back home, they were crying about how it's about time and how much they had missed me.

I decided to let it go and looked outside. Japan was simply breathtaking during spring season. The blooming flowers, the sakura petals and even the air is perfect, not too cold nor hot. I really missed Japan.

We parked in front of our mansion's gate. I told Tanaka-san to carry my luggage since I was too tired during the journey and wanted nothing but to sleep. I lazily opened the door when a shout welcomed me.

"WELCOME HOME KAIRI!"

They're here, mom and dad. I thought they were supposed to be away? I pushed the thought aside and let the grateful feeling envelope my heart. Teary-eyed, I hugged them.

"I really missed you," I said.

"We missed you too! Otou-san was worried sick about you being alone in a foreign country, what if boys were harrasing you and daddy was not there to help you!" Dad cried, hugging me tightly.

Mom playfully slapped dad's arm and said, "Calm down, Tachi. Kairi can't breathe," she smiled at me, "how were you, my daughter?"

I released myself from dad's grip, leaving him sad and sulking, and said, "I was fine, Mom. I was stressed because I was managing the stocks of the STK and I was busy with studies. But it was fine."

Let me introduce my parents. Masahiko Tachi, my dad, is a man in his forties, but he never looked old. He appears to be serious and professional during business meetings but he was childish at home. He kind of reminds me of my cousin a.k.a my only friend.

Meanwhile Masahiko Satoko, my mom, is the serious one in the family. She sometimes ride along with otou-san's antics but most of the time, she stops them. My personality is the combination of theirs.

"You didn't have any boyfriends?" she pried.

I sensed dad's burning aura as if saying, 'try to approach my girl and you're dead', "Yes, Kairi-chan. Did you?"

I gulped and shook my head, "N-No, I didn't have any time to have one."

After all the welcoming and hugging, I excused myself to my room to get some rest. I reached upstairs and opened the door on the end of the corridor.

I breathed in the familiar scent of my room. Nothing has changed much. The cream wallpaper with flowery designs, the study table full of books and letters from my cousin, the stack of stuffed toys in my bed and even the photograph of me and my former best friend.

I jumped in my bed and nestled my head into one of the teddy bear's arm. I was so tired that I didn't notice the yellow dress that is hanged on the door of my drawer that would eventually be the cause of my headaches.