A cold wind whistles beneath my feet and it’s so cold today that I can’t help but feel my knees buckle.
The babies were so dressed up that they looked like round balls and when we tried to go outside, my uncoated wife was stopped by a flustered Grandma Mion.
Another cold, cold winter has come to Torquiva.
During last summer and fall, I was so busy with work, baseball, and livestock breeding but there were only two big news items for my personal life.
The first one was that I received a script for a play from Mezias-shi, a playwright I admire and respect.
The ordering of scripts by letter, which began in mid summer, continued through the end of summer with detail adjustments……I was truly surprised to receive a thick script in early fall just after our discussion was over.
He said, “The idea of a women only theater troupe was so wonderful that I couldn’t resist writing.”.
I immediately sent him the payment later.
It was not that I had asked him for an express service but I was simply happy so I paid some extra for the express fee.
The play was a glamorous and wonderful adventure play with a female lead character.
Honestly speaking, no matter what the content was, just the fact that he wrote one for my theater has an immeasurable worth for me…..
If the content has an accompaniment, I couldn’t be happier.
After I had made copies of the script for each of the actors and given them to Shiiro, the chief of the troupe, I kept the original in a fireproof safe in my house.
It is a genuine treasure that can’t be obtained with money alone.
Eventually, I would like either Noah or Lacus to inherit the entire theater but I’m afraid that if…..these kids don’t grow up to love the theater, it could be treated as a chore and lost its value.
I squeezed Noah’s hand as he waddled along the path, trying his best to keep up with me, hoping that he would grow up to love the theater.
「Mommm!」
He turned to me with a radiant smile and spoke to me with the words he had recently learned to speak.
By the way, he can’t say father yet so me, Laura-san, and Granma Mion are all mom.
It can’t be helped since he’s still a baby.
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Of course, the second big news is that Noah and Lacus can now speak.
Noah can say “mom” while Lacus can say “granma”.
This delighted Grandma Mion, who was knitting socks for the children with a disheveled look on her face that I had never seen before.
Of course, I’m happy to know that there are people other than blood relative who are happy to see your own children grow up.
Since it can’t be helped, I’ll give you her first word.
The next word they’ll probably learn should be “pops”. I’ve been whispering it to their ears every night after all.
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Our family is heading to the baseball field today.
Last summer, brother-in-law asked us to “win against the zarkudo style!”. The white beam is a team at the bottom of the noble league so everyone practiced and worked extremely hard.
Even the men sent by brother-in-law threw the ball until his shoulder broke due to overwork by the end of fall.
I was impressed by the patience of soldiers because they would return to practice right after I heal them with magic.
Thanks to the efforts of those soldiers, we managed to escape from the bottom of the noble league and even achieved a win against the zarkudo style team.
The final game of the season was being held today at the baseball stadium.
We, the Slayra White Beams, had finished all our matches for this year a few days ago so we only had to gather at the baseball field in our respective formal wear.
I brought the kids with us so that they would remember everyone’s faces. We would have to go attend the closing ceremony of the league after the last game.
Children forget the faces of adults who their parents had them meet but the adults remember the children quite a bit.
We need to make frequent face connections at times like this.
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We ended up putting Noah and Lacus, who got tired on the way to the baseball field, in the strollers and pushed them around. When we finally arrived at the baseball field…..
Well, what can I say? The right words to describe the place are “sea of people”.
So many people are here as if everyone in Torquiva came to watch.
If there had been a roof, would there have been clouds on the ceiling?
