Although Marisa is a paste-of-brain, in a way she began to feel worried as well.
And what will it be beyond this point?
Even for just a little, the uneasy coldness became tougher and tougher day by day.
For somehow, Marisa started to hate everything.
And, why does Marisa herself have to work so hard?
Why can't little one be easy after all these trouble?
Some thoughts came up and swirled within Marisa's mind.
(A little one who can't take it easy at all nanoze...)
One day Marisa thought as she was looking the little one.