Reminiscing had become Goofydachi’s downfall; so many things had changed some for the better and some for the worst. Perhaps he wouldn’t have allowed things to affect him so much, but his life had been so different ever since Michiko had come into his life. So many things had changed, and he wasn’t the first priority anymore, but it had left so many questions for the child. She had often wondered why her ‘little family’ had fallen apart. It was a topic Goofydachi had tried hard to avoid, but 10 years later, the child had grown more curious.
It wasn’t easy to explain; the topic had been avoided more times than Goofydachi would care to admit. As a parent he was supposed to protect her after all, Michiko was better off without the influence of the others. Still, Michiko had noticed something different about her father. The child had known a lot more than Goofydachi thought -- she was often very aware of her surroundings seeing her father going through different ‘seasons’ only to amount to the same results. Unhappiness; one the child felt as though she could not change. Until she had noticed something; a very important detail.
Her father so often had gone to stop by a particular shop which sparked her curiousity. Perhaps she should not have been so curious, but upon seeing the owner of the shop all her unspoken questions had been answered. She was certain she had known that man; not recently, but sometime in her past. This was someone she had considered to be her uncle, although he had stopped visiting her. All her father would say is , ‘ He doesn’t want to see us anymore.’ and Michiko couldn’t understand why. It was perplexing as to why the man she had once called her uncle seemed so angry to see Goofydachi...
She wondered if she could take the matter into her own hands and so Michiko waited until Goofydachi had left the shop before she entered. Holding on to the straps of her backpack, the child carefully made her way inside the shop. She looked around, inspecting the things she could see at eye-level and wondered what treasures the higher shelves had to offer. She shuffled closer to the counter wondering if she should say anything at all... maybe he wouldn’t be happy to see her. Egodachi sure didn’t seem happy to see Goofydachi after all, so why would he be happy to see Michiko? The insecurity rose within her and caused the child to turn back to face the exit, well, until her backpack had bumped against one of the items on the shelf resulting in the sound of shattered glass.
“Sorry.... I’m sorry, sir...” she hesitantly turned around to face the counter bowing apologetically. Either way she had to speak with him now.
