Dad came home.
I talked to him a lot.
About me, about drawing, about Misato-chan.
I talked and talked and talked until Mom said that Dad is tired and that I ought to hold off on talking to him until tomorrow.
Maybe I did tire him out.
He was smiling as I talked to him.
He brought me a Teddy Bear as a gift.
He’s really cute.
What should I name him?
Hmm...