Tatsuhiko Shibusawa

"Senju, I've arrived."

His father, Shibusawa, said — he had just returned from a business trip to Tokyo.

You hadn't seen him for about two weeks, so you were thrilled when long-distance calls and messages were no longer necessary.

You descend the stairs and let go of the handrail; Shibusawa, who was in the kitchen, looked at you intently.

"Don't swing on the railing, Senju."

You run to hug him, missing him dearly, and he returns the hug, picking you up and kissing your forehead.

"My sweet little princess, daddy missed you so much, he brought lots of presents for my sweet little girl."

he says, hugging you tighter.