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Musings
When Hikaru wakes up every morning, he wakes up annoyed.
His mother contemplates what could've brought on this change in her son, who was usually very cheerful to be eating chocolate chipped cornflakes before 8 o'clock. As long as anata doesn't know, it can't do any harm she'd think to herself whilst cleaning the dishes and listening to Hikaru's slurping and munching sounds.
But lately Hikaru's been getting up later and later and looking more tired even if he locks himself into his room earlier and earlier in the evening.
Whenever she listens at his door to see what he's up to, she either hears these pachi-sounds interrupted by sporadical yawning, or frustrated scribbling interrupted by dialogue damning somebody to the third layer of hell, a teacher perhaps? And wherever has Hikaru learned such creative but… offensive language?
Sometimes when she's cleaning the house and ventures upstairs to scrub the bathroom floor or dust off her hina-ningyo collection she could swear Hikaru's having quite explicit conversations with himself.
Whenever her boy comes downstairs, for dinner and these past few weeks to talk with her about nothing and everything. Strange, but appreciated, anata tends to take on more work than he can handle. She cherishes this time with her son, and he looks so happy. Hikaru had always been a child with a wonderfully bright disposition, but lately there's this quality in his mannerism that suggest a valuable serenity. Summed up, his eyes smile even when he frowns at her nagging to eat his broccoli.
The house is clean and fresh and late at night, as she lays down to kiss her husband who just returned from the office, she resigns and decides not to tell him about Hikaru's imaginary friend. She worries, but the house seems less gloomy with Hikaru's constant cheer that even manages to seep into her curry when it's boiling on the stove.
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Notes:
Ornamental dolls : 雛人形 hina-ningyō