The woman clenched her fist to encourage the child.
"You won't know how your friend feels until you talk to her face-to-face."
"Don't hide away and overthink things by yourself."
The woman reached out and gently tapped the child on the forehead.
"You can't read your friend's mind."
"You don't know what she's thinking."
"She doesn't know what you're thinking, either."
"You have to talk to each other."
"Maybe..."
"You'll find out..."
"That you were overthinking things."
"That you worried for nothing."
"Actually..."
"Just as you really like your friend..."
"Your friend really likes you, too."
"So even after worrying about it all night, she still decided to stay your good friend."
"R-really?"
The child's eyes widened.
"Whether it's true..."
The woman smiled faintly. "You'll have to find out for yourself."
"All right."
The woman gently patted the child's head.
"Go on into school."
"Class is about to start."
"Don't be late."
The child nodded.
Only then did she notice that there were fewer people around.
Everyone had already gone inside.
The child suddenly started to feel anxious.
"Don't worry."
The woman reassured her.
"We have time."
"Don't run too fast."
"You might fall."
"I'm going now."
"Goodbye, Mom and Dad."
After hurriedly saying goodbye to her parents, the child strode into the school.
Her small figure quickly disappeared into the classroom building.
The woman turned her gaze away.
"Do you think..."
The woman looked at the man.
"Her friend will accept her?"
The man shook his head slightly.
"I don't know."
"I think she will."
"If she doesn't, your daughter will be heartbroken."
The woman shook her head.
"She definitely will."
The man quickly corrected himself, his tone firm.
"Yaya is a very good child."
She deserved anyone's friendship.