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For the next twenty minutes since I gave Otoha the phone at my mother’s behest, I became a bystander. Just eavesdropping and watching how Otoha went from being totally respectful to my mother to someone who could talk freely with her. From being too stiff with her words to being too comfortable that they began joking with each other, taking the girl’s mind off the current issue with her grandfather. Moreover, the way she called my mother as ‘mother’ was probably even more endearing than how she called her own mother. At first, their topic went from how Otoha and I met until they began talking about our experiences together. Because it wasn’t in loudspeaker, I could only infer from Otoha’s words what topic they were in already. Nonetheless, seeing the girl relaxed while talking to my mo