Kagome had always been a daddy's girl, a fact which now tears at her heart. Tears it open and makes it bleed, blood as dark as coal and thick as mud. It hurts to know that in those earlier years she thought her father could do no wrong, he was the epitome of all things good, and right, and just in the world. She remembers the days when they would go fishing, the day she caught her first rainbow trout. The catch of the day. Twice as long as her arm. Remembers the look of pride shinning on her father's face.
The day they went to the air show, when she drank one too many cans of brisk and threw up all over the place. She remembers his laugh and the way she used to make him smile. The first time she ever saw him cry, while remembering his mother. That was the day she finally realized that he was human too. But this was not the day he broke her heart. These were the days that she used to look upon fondly. Now She can't stand to remember them, doesn't want to think about him, hates him with a passion.
Because she also remembers all the hard times. When her parents used to argue only about money. When her mother would yell, "why are you so controlling, is money the only thing you care about". And her dad would yell back "It's not your xxxxing money so stop spending it". Days when he would get home from work angry, for no apparent reason. "Don't you have something you could be doing, go clean something instead of sitting on you lazy xxx watching TV". Only for him to take off his shoes and sit on the recliner watching TV for hours on end.
It was the good mixed with the bad, but she still loved him in the end. Until one day she didn't. It started out slowly at first, so gradual one hardly took notice. Her father started spending more time at the office. An hour here, an hour there. It hardly seemed to matter because he always came home for dinner. Then dinner started becoming later and later, each day her mother would make her children wait for their father to come home. Until dinner wouldn't happen until after 8o'clock. It started getting even later than that, until her mother no longer cared whether her husband ate with the family or not. This was probably the moments where her mother started to think that perhaps something was wrong. But as they say ignorance is bliss, and up until this point everybody was perfectly content with how their lives were going.
Her mother was happy; she thought that her and her husband had finally reached an accord. That after 22 years there marriage was finally in a good spot. Little did Mrs. Higurashi know how very wrong she was.