‘Why do you think I remember that spaghetti in particular, out of all the other dishes I ate with Grandad?’ ‘Well, this is just a guess, but . . .’ Nagare paused and took a breath. ‘I wonder if this trip was the first time your grandfather treated you like a grown-up.’ Asuka’s eyes widened in surprise. ‘Until then, you’d probably always just been given whatever everyone else was having. But this trip marked the beginning of your life as an individual, and that plate of spaghetti was the proof. Your own meal, all to yourself – right there in front of you. You must have been over the moon.’
