[Mom’s point of view and a little bit of Shota’s point of view.]
I was standing behind the closed front door, after Shota left the house. My mind went blank, and the only thing ringing in my head were the words Shota had said to me, “I’m sorry for bothering you.”
It’s been a month since Shota started living alone. Shota hasn’t changed since he was in junior high school, and has kept hiding his face.
It all started after that incident in the third year of junior high school. I still don’t know what happened to him that would make him like that.
At that time, I knew that Shota was acting strange. But when I asked him what was wrong, he just said nothing. Then Sumika-chan, Shota’s childhood friend, came to me and said she wanted to talk to me. Sumika-chan has been a good friend of Shota for a long time, so I listened to her, thinking that she might know something I didn’t know. The story was that Shota had stolen his best friend’s lover, and since Shota hadn’t mentioned anything about it, I started to suspect that it might be true.
This has happened before. At that time, Shota had insisted on his innocence while being found guilty by everyone around him. So, I thought the story that Sumika-chan told me must be true, since he was not denying it.
And I was dead wrong. The next day after I tried to scold Shota, his behavior became even stranger. He came home late, stayed in his room, hid his eyes with his bangs, and barely talked to me.
He didn’t seem to think of us as his parents anymore, as he tried to scold us like it was nothing. My husband was very busy with work and we could not come to a firm conclusion, even though we discussed it in the little time we had. Even in the meetings with teachers held at school afterwards, Shota did not insist on anything. In fact, he had even said that he was not being bullied.
I’m not sure what’s right anymore.
At that time I didn’t know what happened, and I didn’t know what to do about it. Now I’m in this situation.
I had hoped that when Shota came home today, we could have had dinner and talked together like we did in the old times. Such hopeful expectations were shattered.
“Hey, Mom, are you okay?”
Before I knew it, I was crying. Oh, ……, what am I going to do, ……?
When I left my parents’ house, I said “I’m sorry for bothering you” without thinking too much about it. But now, when I place myself in my mom’s shoes and hear those words come from her own son, I can’t help but feel depressed.
…… I wonder why I am feeling depressed. When I was in junior high school, I didn’t care about my friends or my family. But now that I’m in high school, I have friends. Then I wondered what about my family. Am I okay with cutting ties with my family? What do I want to do?
I went home and thought about it, but I couldn’t come to any conclusion.
TL: Chapter 13 is the last chapter, I think I will be focusing on my other novel or I going to pick up another novel. Will keep translating this novel if there are more chapters available.