Moreover, I don't like to celebrate Halloween. I just don't want to dress up as a mummy or a zombie with a missing limb or applying fake blood on my shirt. Besides, I'm too old for that.

"It's too bad you didn't come with me, oneesan. The truth is, I didn't want to go trick or treating. I just want to go out today and take a walk with you -- and watch them kids dress up in costumes."

Then why didn't he say so in the first place? If you want something, just say it head on. Don't pull over, don't turn left, don't turn right, crash it head on.

"Well, it's not yet too late. We could still go to the park if you want."

Hah, it's hard to please other people. Shock! I just realized, if that's true, then is it even harder to please the almighty creator? I think weird.

No more cooking for me and Kazuma. It's their turn! Time to get pampered once again!

Everything is getting back to normal. It's loud in the hallways and I prefer it more than silent and barren. The flame lives on.

"Dinner's getting cold, sis. Hayaku and let's eat already." Mom's out too so Kazuma made dinner.

Mom's residing in the hospital for the moment. She has been asked to watch over and study three patients with rare complications. She's awfully busy and comes home once a week. She told us that she's almost there.

In the end, Kazuma and I are once again estranged from our family. It's quiet. I could hear the crackling of burning wood in the fireplace. I wish they'd come back before we burnout.

"Mmm... you are a good cook, Kazuma. Hmm... a chef in a rockband. Ever considered opening a restaurant?"