Minamoto stared at his grandfather, his eyes wide as the old man's words echoed in the silence of the bedroom.
A sudden, painful clarity washed over him. In his obsession to provide for his grandparents, he had inadvertently done the very thing he swore he would never do: he had filled his grandfather's remaining lucid days with guilt and worry instead of pride.
The harsh reality hit him all at once. Looking back over the grueling months of endless delivery shifts, he realized with a pang of guilt that he couldn't even remember the last time they had all shared a meal together, or simply sat down for a long conversation.
