The little girl's shoulders slumped, and her whole body relaxed.
She shook her hands.
Even her fingers had turned bright red.
"Giving up?"
The woman's lips curved slightly.
The little girl puffed out her cheeks.
Angrily, she tapped the lid of the candy jar with her hand.
"I can't open it..."
From the child's story...
And because it was so vague, it only made you more annoyed.
"Mm..."
Very softly.
The child was pouring her heart out.
After all, you had achieved your original goal.
"...You had a little argument with Mom..."
I wanted to interrupt the child.
Only when you finally stopped, panting for breath, did you realize what you had done.
Big Boy's voice was soft as he said,
Even though she would find out...
And even feel confused by your reaction.
The darkness had heightened some of your senses, like your hearing.
You were unsure.
You were a little scared...
"So don't get your hopes up."
In a way...
It was as if you didn't even need to say anything; they could tell what you were thinking and what you had done.
The darkness had sharpened some of your senses, like your vision.
"Your mom was trying to encourage you."
"She definitely believes in you."
She was venting her feelings.
But she hadn't expected the child's problem to be so impossible to resolve...
"She said I wasn't as good as other people."
She was telling her story.
This child really...
It was so unclear that you wanted to cover your ears.
"She said I didn't work hard enough..."
If the child wanted to get the candy, then doing things her way was the only way to achieve that goal.
She kept saying those things.
The little girl's voice grew quieter and