Then, father came back. He heard the shouting and told Fushimi Roku to go to his room, then started arguing with mother.
As Fushimi Roku walked away, the argument followed him from behind. Mother kept repeating how embarrassed she was, while father kept pressuring her to quit her job. Even the nanny would avoid this path, turning the vast mansion into a furnace.
But at least he had enough to eat and drink.
Fushimi Roku climbed up the retractable ladder to the attic, returned to his room, and lay down on the bed.
By rights, he shouldn't be unhappy. His parents were right. At his age, he didn't worry about food or clothing. He had whatever he wanted, lived in a mansion in an upscale neighborhood, attended an international school — ordinary people would envy him. What right did he have to be unhappy?
But he wasn't happy at all, always feeling that these things had nothing to do with him.
Fushimi Roku lay on the bed, lost in wild thoughts for a long time.
