Elisa's lips curved slightly. "Did you recall something, Aunt Rose?"
She hadn't picked the photo at random.
Of course, it had a crucial significance.
That day was Norman's birthday. Rose had especially taken leave to make a delicious meal for Norman.
Rose could remember being busy early in the morning. When they ate breakfast, Rose told Norman, "Dear, it's your birthday today. Come home earlier. I'll make a delightful meal at night."
Norman's expression was slightly hesitant, but he smiled the next moment. "It's alright. I have other things to do today. Furthermore, it's just a birthday, and it's not important. Today's breakfast is sumptuous enough, so you don't have to trouble yourself at night. I might need to work late, so I might not be able to return. You can eat with Linda."
Rose had immediately wrinkled her brows but wasn't overly suspicious. "In any case, today is your birthday. Aren't you coming back?"
Norman sighed. "Ah, I just have too much work to do. I don't have any other way."
Rose frowned and didn't say anything. But she had been slightly surprised when she saw Norman's clothes.
He had a checkered shirt on. He usually hated such checkered shirts, so Rose was somewhat doubtful. "Don't you hate these shirts? I bought such clothes for you previously, but you said you didn't like them. Where did this come from?"
"I had been in a rush and forgot to bring spare clothes. My clothes were dirty then, so I told my assistant to buy a shirt for me. Although I don't like the style, it's quite comfortable." After that, Norman finished his breakfast in a hurry. He took a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth before he stood up. "I have a lot of work, so I'll leave."
After that, he didn't wait for Rose to answer and left.
…
Rose's memories stopped abruptly.
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