"Look..."
"It..."
The child struggled to swallow.
He didn't know how to describe it. Compared to his own intense reaction, the other person seemed so relaxed and carefree, as if they hadn't taken him seriously at all.
That only made him feel more uneasy and afraid.
For himself.
And for Grandpa.
"Lele."
The child's mom let out a heavy sigh.
"There hasn't been any improvement at all."
The child's mom and dad exchanged glances.
He was simply impossible to reason with!
He'd earnestly told his mom and dad everything he'd seen...
"Grandpa..."
"What's going on?"
There was a sheep that ate people.
"You don't believe Dad, you don't believe Mom..."
No.
He felt completely alone and helpless.
The child clutched the front of his shirt.
He'd seen it...
"We thought you were almost better, judging by how you've been acting lately..."
The child's mom and dad left.
"I wasn't playing a game."
"And I was really sad."
But...
The child's face was full of confusion.
Was it... fake?
Did Mom and Dad really not believe him?
Even after all this time, it was still hard for him to accept.
"Why?"
He felt so wronged.
It took three encounters before the child could recall what the man-eating sheep looked like with any clarity.
"Make sure you remember that."
The child didn't know what was going on either.
"Ask yourself."
He didn't know...
The child's mom paused. "You were hurt."
The old woman furrowed her brow.
She reached out and stroked the child's head.
It wasn't real.
So many people—Mom and Dad, Grandma and Grandpa—hadn't seen it.
"Could you please stop causing trouble?"
How long had it been...
"Lele."
The child couldn't help but protest.
"Do you understand?"