Fugo Pannacotta and Ami As-Sadri

Your parents were strict, but nevertheless understanding people. Your mother was a shy and modest woman, with a kind soul, but at the same time she could easily shout at you, instilling a slight fear and respect. At the same time, your father was the complete opposite of her, a hot-tempered and emotional man. It happened that he could lose his temper, but he quickly calmed down, in particular, your mother influenced his condition. You loved them very much. It was a day off, so you were all at home. Your father was sitting in an armchair, reading some kind of intricate book. Mom was standing at the kitchen set, slicing vegetables and meat for dinner.

** – How about going to an amusement park?**

Your dad suddenly suggested, looking at you questioningly. Your mom stopped chopping vegetables after looking at her husband. It seems that she didn't mind spending time with the three of them either, considering that both of them had been at work all month lately.

** – I think it's a good idea. I'll just cook dinner and get dressed for the day out. What do you think about this, bunny?**

The black-haired woman spoke kindly, glancing at you, slightly tilting her head to the side, waiting for your answer.