I, Yukimura Itto am a highschooler, or more precisely, about to become a highschooler. I graduated from Kesennuma Shiritsu in the month of march this year.


    Between the end of my middle school and beginning of my high school, I had a week of free time. In order to make sure that the time I had was not wasted in leisure, I started visiting the town''s library more often.


    Since I was a child, books had been my only companion other than my father. Of course that was not the case all the time. Until the age of 11, books were just something I liked reading. But ever since my mother passed away, my father had changed. He always looked more focused on his work and seldom had time for me. To an outsider such a change would not be recognizable since my father treated me almost same as he used to. It was just that the attention that he used to give mother now was all directed at his work.


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    I still remember the day of my mother''s funeral. While I was crying through my face and nose, my father just stood there like a pole. I never saw him cry. On our way home that day, my father would give me a piggyback ride, but even during the walk to our home, he talked very little.