Should I believe you when you tell me you understand my misery?

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Makoto glanced at him as she slowly circled around the piano.

"It's quite a long story, so I'll play you a tune while I'm at it."

She sat down in front of the piano and lifted the cover,
placing her hands on the piano keys,
ready to tell her story.

"My father wasn't present during my birth.
Weeks after my mother recovered from giving birth to me,
she left to join my father in their business trip.
But it was okay with me—
I had grandma and grandpa anyway.

I continuously lied to myself saying :
This is enough, I'm satisfied with this.
Drowning myself in the unconditional love of my grandparents—
I hoped that one day my parents would come to pull me out of the sea
of love that should've came from them and them alone.

But it never happened.

I excitedly ran to the door for every doorbell,
thinking it was them.
Alas, my efforts were in vain.

I waited,
and waited,
and waited,
until the day came that I didn't—
rather I couldn't.

The terrible news came a week before my 12th birthday :
They died."