"Haha... So that's what happened."

The full moon had risen alongside the night sky. Sitting on the bed with my lady, we reminisced about the past.

[Picked up an ugly beggar.]

"Pfft...! I had a perfectly fine name, you know. Why 'beggar'?"
"Ricardo, you were filthy back then. I had no choice."
"Even so... that's hurtful."
"I'm not hurt, so it's fine."

An old memory.

Looking back on events from over ten years ago as an adult felt like finding a message in a bottle that had been cast into the sea long ago.

I never imagined that I would one day sit and read a diary with my lady—someone who loved food more than nostalgia.