“Good,” Natsuko said softly. “Now you are cooking for two sons.”
Haruka’s hands paused. She wanted to say that Ren had actually complimented her miso soup last week. She wanted to say that she had a degree in literature and that the geometry of a green onion should not define her worth. Instead, she bowed her head slightly. “I’m sorry, Okaa-san. I will remember next time.” Haruka Koide Natsuko Kayama Daughter In Law And Mother
Haruka’s heart cracked. The obsession with the negi wasn’t about control. It was a ritual of mourning. A way to keep a dead son alive. “Good,” Natsuko said softly