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Kenji stood alone in the room. He looked at the bunk bed. The lower mattress for the failed salaryman. The upper bunk for the child who’d become wiser than him.

“You told me that nightmares are just trains passing through a dark tunnel. You said, ‘Don’t fight the train. Just sit in the car and wait for the station.’”

Don’t fight the train. Just wait for the station.

Kenji looked at the bunk bed’s lower mattress. He’d been sleeping there, curled like a shrimp. The upper bunk held his boxes. Sometimes, at 3 AM, he’d climb the ladder and just sit up there, knees to his chest, staring at the ceiling’s glow-in-the-dark stars. Haha to Kodomobeya Oji-san no 1--- Nenkan no Nari...

“It matters because Mom is using her pension to buy your wasabi peas.”

On the final morning, Kenji woke early. He made tea for Haruko without being asked. He washed the teacup. He swept the children’s room floor.

That evening, Haruko served daikon soup again. This time, it was perfect. Clear broth, just the right salt, the radish soft as mercy. Kenji stood alone in the room

“You were five.”

He climbed up. Sat there. Turned off the light. The glow-in-the-dark stars—his stars—shone faintly.

“One year,” their mother, Haruko, interjected softly from the hallway. She was 74, her back a gentle question mark. “He needs one year. Like a fallow field.” The upper bunk for the child who’d become wiser than him

That night, they ate watery daikon soup with too much salt. It was terrible. But Haruko said, “Good. Tomorrow, less salt.”

He placed the rolled wallpaper on the upper bunk. Beside it, he left a note for Mio: For your first child. Or for you, if you ever need a dark tunnel.

One rainy Tuesday, Haruko knocked on the doorframe. Not the door—the doorframe. Because the door itself had been removed in 2005 after Mio locked herself inside during a tantrum.