[ A/N â I just thought of something, so here it is. ]
âPhew, delicious.â
I was drinking coffee made with Colombian beans in my shabby flat.
The black liquid on the low table contained no milk or sugar, but it was quite sweet and tasty.
The waitress also taught me how to make coffee, but she explained in great length and I couldnât remember everything.
âBut if the beans are good, even if youâre an amateur, they taste so good.â
âIs it good?â
âVery good.â
âDrink. (Iâll have a drink.)â
âHmm, not quite ready for you yet, Saki? Bitter, isnât it?â
Saki, the girl who spoke to me, was wearing a white rabbit hoodie and was inside a brown laundry box with a small stuffed bear.
It seemed to be her favourite place to be these days.
âJust a sip.â
âWell, just a sip.â
The wooden laundry box was about the same height as a shopping basket in a department store, but was slightly longer and more rectangular in width.
Itâs knitting was so tight that it would not break unless something happened to it.
But it was not safe for Saki to trip, so I held her while I took her in and out of the basket.
âCome on then.â
I lifted Saki into the air, her arms outstretched in a waiting position, and sat her on my lap.
âThe cup is hot, so donât touch it.â
âAi!â
Children do not understand that no matter how hot it is, they have to experience it.
Saki once touched a griddle in the family restaurant and cried a lot.
Fortunately, it didnât turn out to be a serious problem, but it was an incident that made me realize how incompetent I was as a parent.
However, since then, Saki had understood what was hot, and she had become more careful, so it was not all bad.
Itâs a very important experience for a child to be brought up by his parents and vice versa.
I took the cup and brought the coffee to Sakiâs mouth.
And our little angelâs brow wrinkled as she drank the black liquid.
âNiiiiiiâŚâ
âI told you it was bitter.â
âWhy are you drinking?â
âHuh? Because itâs tasty.â
âItâs bad, isnât it?
Certainly, from Sakiâs point of view, coffee was just bitter and not tasty, so why drink it?
Perhaps it was natural for her to wonder why I was drinking it.
No matter how much you tried to explain to them how sweet it was, they wonât understand, because it was already tasteless.
ââŚItâs delicious when youâre grown up.â
âWhy?â
âWhy is that? I donât know.â
âThatâs weird!â
In fact, it was probably because her taste buds had changed since she was a child, but it was an important experience that Saki would have from now on.
As a parent, I looked forward to that time.
âSaki, what would you like for dinner?â
âMeatballs.â
âMeatballs. You like meatballs, donât you, Saki?â
âAi!â
âDo you think it might be bitter?â
âItâs good!â
Yes, that was what Saki knew.
When I rubbed my cheek against my little angel, I got a soft, puffy feeling in return.
âUm~yu!â
Sheâs so cute.
It was not a bad idea to have tea time every day if it makes her feel so happy.
I was glad I made coffee today.
âNyani? (What?)â
âItâs nothingâŚâ
But I kept rubbing my cheek against Sakiâs.
[ A/N â
I canât say for sure what day it will start yet, but from May, Iâll be starting a sequel to âI Am A TS Reincarnation But I Have A Kid.â
My first thought was to finish it once I had completed it, but I came up with the idea of continuing it, so I decided to write it.
It will be a comedic romance between the main character and her partner, so the genre will be reality/romance.
Of course, there will be some heartwarming moments with Saki, and it wonât be too much of a romance! Itâs not really a romance story, so itâs easy to read.
So, if you like, please read that one too.
When the serialization starts, I will post another SS here. ]