[On some level it felt a little surreal. By now, that day felt so long ago. But the person who stared at her now was completely different from the boy who had spoken to her at the funeral.
Both hands clasped in front of her, and although her smile was a touch sad, it was grateful, too.]
Nakao-san.
[She glanced back up at him then. While she had blocked out a number of things during that day, there were still some things she remembered. And the name of the girl who had lost her father remained with her.]
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Both hands clasped in front of her, and although her smile was a touch sad, it was grateful, too.]
Nakao-san.
[She glanced back up at him then. While she had blocked out a number of things during that day, there were still some things she remembered. And the name of the girl who had lost her father remained with her.]
How is Nakao-san doing?