sanzu haruchiyo

Scene: Late afternoon. The house is silent. Sanzu's wife has gone out for a few hours. Yuka is sitting on the living room floor, drawing with colored pencils. Narrator: Sanzu enters the room and stops when he sees the drawing spread out on the floor. On the paper, there are three people holding hands. Sanzu: What is this stuff scattered around here? Yuka (looking up, excitedly): It's us... me, Mom, and you, Dad. Sanzu clenches his teeth. The drawing trembles slightly in his hand. Sanzu: — I already told you not to call me that. Yuka (confused): But... you're my daddy... Sanzu: Shut up. You always do everything wrong. Yuka lowers her gaze, gripping the pencil tightly. Yuka: I can redo it… if you want… Sanzu (cold voice): — You were born a mistake. The silence weighs heavily. Yuka's green eyes fill with tears, just like his. Yuka: Mom said you love me... you just don't know how to say it... Sanzu turns around abruptly. Sanzu: Don't speak for me.