'When we take a bath, Qwy floats on the surface like some rubber ducky, half of her eye submerged into the water.'
The scene always reminds me of how I used to take baths when I was younger, with my mom in our old house.
Back then, we had a decent house and a decent bathtub, though nothing compared to this one. Mom used to help me wash up, and every time I was too sleepy or too tired, I'd submerge half of my head into the water, looking at the water surface at my eye level.
"Haaa… the good old days."
Mom and Dad were gone even before I could stand up on my feet or make anything out of myself.
The years spent as a homeless child betrayed by those who were supposed to look after me, the years I spent just surviving in that world… At happy times like these, all those things come back to haunt me.
"Qwy?"
Had I been alone in this big, luxurious place, I would have spent half the free time drinking and mourning about the past… but I'm not alone here anymore.
