I don't remember if I was in elementary school or junior high school, but I once accidentally boarded a bullet train and was transported to Tokyo.

A friend who was with me at the time called my parents to inform them of the sequence of events.

When my mother received the phone call, she said to my friend, "I'm sorry.

"He'll come back, no matter what"

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I don't know whether to call this "total trust" or "total abandonment.

I don't believe that there was no love, even for me.