<b>I was currently on my way home from Tomonori’s house.</b>
<b>I’m still kicking myself over what happened. Along with kicking the snow as I passed by clumps.</b>
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“Damn that snow woman. We were treated the same way. . .”</b>
<b>It’s a draw with Kouko. </b>
<b>It’s absurd. Despite the fact that I had my pride from being Tomonori’s childhood friend, I was treated the same as a stranger. . .</b>
<b>I guess Yukiya(♀) is a new girl who has just transferred.</b>
<b>This sailor suit and skirt is an unavoidable reminder of it. </b>
<b>“Yukiya-chan, you’ll have a chance to recover.”</b>
<b>“It’s different from that. . .”</b>
<b>I hate that there is a rumor that I like Tomonori because of this.</b>
<b>I am just worried about his life.</b>
<b>“Welcome back, Yukiya-chan.”</b>
<b>Once I got home, my mother was cleaning the guest seating when there were no more customers.</b>
<b>As usual, a white and blue striped apron was being worn.</b>
<b>She was wearing that when I went to school, so she must have been wearing it the whole time.</b>
<b>While I’ve been at school, my mother has taken up my position at the store.</b>
<b>Originally this store was made for two people. </b>
<b>So since then, the system of running it hasn’t changed that much. However it is the first time in 10 years I don’t need to rush home to tend the store.</b>
<b>“Oh, I’m home. Just when the customers left.”</b>
<b>My dad also peeked out from the back. It’s time for the last orders, so we’re just tidying up and waiting to see if anybody comes. By the way, if nothing, we’ll just close at 7pm and eat dinner.</b>
<b>Because it can get really tiring pouring liquor for people coming late into the nights- – –</b>
<b>“Looks like we’ll just have dinner.”</b>
<b>After finishing wiping the table, my mother left and came back with a broom and dustpan to finish the job.</b>
<b>Dinner time.</b>
<b>3 people sat around a table.</b>
<b>“Ah that signboard over there was made by a sheet metal worker.”</b>
<b>“Also we had to go to the next town over to buy the cash register. . .”</b>
<b>While eating my mother and father talked about the long past time of opening the store..</b>
<b>“Haha, I’m sure Yukiya doesn’t remember that. You were only a baby back then.”</b>
<b>Of course I have no real connection to these nostalgic memories.</b>
<b>Since my mother has come, I’ve become a Yukinko and was forced to live as a girl.</b>
<b>However, despite that. I was much more happy to be able to spend time as a family of three.</b>
<b>I look forward to these times everyday.</b>
<b>However it doesn’t mean that dinner with just my father was bad or anything.</b>
<b>“So how was your day?”</b>
<b>“Well. . .Various things happened.”</b>
<b>Finally this tough day was about to end.</b>
<b>The morning letter in the shoe box, Nakajima-Senpai’s disappointed back, club activities, and then Tomonori’s illness.</b>
<b>Yeah, Tomonori. . .I have to message him as Yukiya(♂).</b>
<b>After finishing my meal, I went to my room and immediately got on my computer.</b>
<b>I wonder, what should I type. . .</b>
<b>I can’t think of anything.</b>
<b>When I glanced at the window.</b>
<b>Ah, It’s snowing again.</b>
<b>The day is over, but the snow season is unlikely to leave.</b>
<b>I should have just attached this chapter to the other. Ah well, here is another one. And the conclusion to this long long 8-10 chapters, weeks of translating, day. </b>
<b>Anyways, the next chapter will be , uh Idk. No schedule for now, but it will probably be around the same time.</b>
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