"And they call her a singer? I thought it was going to be a beautiful song, but it wasn't even as good as my grandma's singing."
"You really shouldn't say that. You know how our grandma sings..."
Cecilia Adler cut in, "It's decadent music, that's what it is."
"As long as you know. What are your plans for tomorrow?"
"Making clothes for Grandma..."
"..."
.....
「The next day.」
Cecilia Adler rose bright and early to buy meat at the wet market. On her way back, she stopped by the mailboxes downstairs to grab her family's newspaper and found a letter inside.
The envelope was blank.
She opened it. The letter read:
Cecilia, it's your father. As you read this, I hope it feels like we're talking face-to-face.
I know you don't want to acknowledge me, and I won't force you. But if you have any trouble in the future, you must come to me.
I want to be able to help you.
'I'll never ask you for help!' Cecilia Adler tore the letter to pieces and tossed them in the trash.
