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A touch.
Gentle.
Shaking my arm.
"Papa... wake up..."
I opened my eyes.
Morning light spilled through the window.
Soft.
Yuna was already standing beside me.
Already dressed.
Her hair combed.
Her clothes changed.
"Hm...?"
My voice was still heavy.
"What is it, Yuna...?"
She looked at me.
Slightly puzzled.
"Why did you sleep on the floor, Papa...?"
"Even though I told you..."
"...you could sleep with me."
I just let out a small sigh.
"Yeah..."
Before I could continue—
her hands were already pulling my arm.
"Come on, Papa, get up."
"Grandma already made breakfast."
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I sat up.
Then stood.
My body still felt stiff.
Aching all over.
My back.
Shoulders.
Arms.
Probably from sleeping on the hard floor.
Yuna didn't let go.
Pulling me out of the room.
Straight toward the kitchen.
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The moment we arrived—
the atmosphere changed.
Warm.
Lively.
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The kitchen was simple.
A gas stove on the counter.
Near the window.
Below it—
