This story started on Christmas Eve when I was 8 years old. At the time, I didn’t believe in Santa Claus anymore, but that didn’t stop dad to ask one of his friends to play Santa Claus for me.

A couple of months after, they were getting a divorce. Shortly after, dad left for Japan. He did come back for a couple of weeks each year, around my birthday.

Around the time that I was about to start college, dad decided to come back for good, along with someone he met abroad. He asked me if I would like to go live with them. Since they were closer to
my college, I agreed.

Youta, dad’s boyfriend, was the main reason I accepted. As much as I like my dad, the best he can come up with in terms of cooking is instant oatmeal, which tastes like it is better fit as caulking. Youta lived a couple of years in France, which made him not only good at speaking French, but also a great cook.