Many years later, Joe really had such a daughter, and his wife was gentle and thoughtful. The girl grew up happily and proudly, and was much loved.
——Hey, what kind of weather do you like?
--Ah. . . . ? Why are you asking me such a girly question?
——Just say it!
——Oh, it's a rainy day.
--Um?
The girl looked at the pattering raindrops outside the umbrella, her eyes widening in confusion.
——On a rainy day, I can hug you like this and huddle with you under an umbrella.
——. . . . Hey you, your answer is more girlish. . . . But my dad is even weirder. When I asked him what weather he liked, he said cloudy moon. I don't know what he was talking about. And one day I also found a photo of a beautiful girl with short hair in his study! That must be his first girlfriend, he would be dead if my mother found out!
The story between him and her is like a dream long ago, but it will always be in his chest, beating in the dream...
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