I saw it again, I lost count of how many times.
Six-year-old Hinako stood on the windowsill, still wearing the white princess dress, holding a blood-red rabbit doll in her arms, with a sweet smile on her pink face.
"Sister... Sister..."
She called me.
I lit the cigarette and took a deep breath. In the hazy smoke, the windowsill became empty.
Only the gauze curtains were gently lifted by the wind.