Days have passed, and the atmosphere in the Lauretré residence is changing every day. Gone is the warm and sweet ambiance I can feel every time I return from a long journey.
It's been days after the failed surprise dinner I have prepared for them, but my relationship with my parents is still the same. I didn't get a chance to talk to them and say sorry because every time I bring up what happened, they always have excuses. It's as if they are avoiding the topic.
I tried to make surprise dinners a couple of times too, but because they always come home late, it always ends up being eaten by the maids and the kitchen staff.
My parents don't have any idea that I have tried to surprise them a couple of times already because I ask the maids and the kitchen staff not to tell them. It's no use after all because they are busy avoiding me.