Record of Detours

The week after our Kyoto pilgrimage

My daughter says, "There's a movie I want to see, but I can't
find a time that works with my friends."

She mutters.

She's a strong girl who can go watch it alone.

M-mom is busy,
a common line I use.

But look, it might be good reference for your creative work,

She really knows how to hit the right buttons.

I won't touch on the content here to avoid spoilers,
but the BGM for my reading time after that became the
ending song of Look Back.

It really sinks in.

And the following week,
I want to buy some clothes,
I'm going to Sannomiya,
she says, having already set a firm budget and taken money from her dad.

Mom, come with me!

M-mom is busy.

However, since our Kyoto pilgrimage, the distance between my daughter and me has
shrunk.
A date with my daughter, yes, that has a nice ring to it.

But I am not such a simple woman.
During our Sannomiya date, I keep my antenna up for my daughter's words and actions.

...

Daughter,
that's the third time...

What do you mean by that?

Could you buy this for me?

A separate wallet outside the budget... Is it impossible for pure love to exist between an adult with money and a young girl?

After that, at Starbucks,
Here, I said, and handed over a caramel macchiato.
The innocence vanished,
and for a moment, her face became like a Noh mask.
I asked for a caramel frappuccino, that's what I ordered.

???

What did you say, Mom?
A caramel macchiato.
Right, that's what you ordered.
That's why I'm saying what I ordered was a caramel frappuccino.

I am an adult who is weak with katakana words.

And I am an annoying adult who only listens to half of what is said and thinks I understand.
an annoying adult.

After that, both of us felt awkward and made up.

What are you talking about?

This weekend, I will finally spend time on writing my story.

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By the way, the story I'm currently creating,
neither my husband nor my daughter has read it yet...