Ruka's Diary (2)
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Today I played in the garden again, and as I did I heard a grinding noise coming from the workshop.
I thought it was father.
I never get to see him.
Father is always making masks.
When Father doesn't stroke my head, I feel lonely. When he doesn't hug me, it's boring.
I asked mother when he'll be done working, but she wouldn't answer me.