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I don't want to get out from under the covers.
Another day begins.
But it doesn't work that way.
Depressing.
I prepare lunch for two as usual.
But when it's time to go to work, my father doesn't wake up.
"Dad, are you awake?"
I knock on his door and call out to him.
"Yeah, I'm awake. I'm coming, you go on ahead."
"Is that so? I'll leave your lunch on the table."
"Yeah."
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I went to school as usual.
My thoughts stopped when I saw my shoe box.
"Ha?"
My slippers were torn.
"What am I gonna do now?"
While I'm going back and forth, homeroom is starting.
I don't want it to be like yesterday again.
I have no choice but to wear my torn indoor slippers.
I enter the classroom and my thoughts stop again.
Numerous scribbles on the desk.
It has a peculiar smell of permanent marker.
I look around and see some of my classmates smiling.
The rest of my classmates wouldn't even look at me.
"Hurry up and sit down, let's start homeroom."
The teacher says nothing.
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Nothing happened after that.
No, that alone is extremely unpleasant.
I switch off my bad mood and head to my part-time job.
"Thank you for your hard work."
As usual, I say to everyone at my part-time job.
Even the people at my part-time job turn their heads away and start working.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?"
The manager calls out to me.
We're going to talk in the office.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to quit today."
Saying that, he handed me an envelope.
It was my paycheck for yesterday's work.
"W-why?"
"If you continue working, everyone is saying that they will quit."
Why?
"You don't know anything, huh."
Saying that, he handed me several sheets of printed paper.
"......What is this?"
"I'm the one who wants to ask you. Anyway, you don't have to come here anymore after today."
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I came home to a dark house with no lights on.
I walked in the front door and noticed.
My father's shoes were there.
"Welcome back."
My father was drinking alcohol without a light on.
"What's wrong?"
"You see... I got fired from my job."
"Eh......"
What is with today?
"Dad, is this true?"
I put the paper that the manager gave me on the desk.
He checks it without saying anything.
"It's true. It's all true."
He was drunk and his speech was a little strange.
“But~~~ I paid the bereaved family, right? I served my time, remember? It's a little late for that, don't you think?"
In short.
My father had committed a crime in the past.
On a level that was reported by major media stations.
It's become a hot topic on the internet now.
My father and I's address, face, workplace, etc. were all exposed.
It was posted on various sites on the internet.
It became a hot topic all over the place, and there were few people who didn't know about it.
"What are you going to do now?"
"What am I going to do?"
I felt uncomfortable with my father who was drunk and smiling and that was the end of the day.
I was in a bad mood.
Just thinking about the future makes me depressed.
I don't want to think about anything.
I decided to sleep with the bracelet on again today.
Tftc
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