On the evening of the day I returned from the capital.

After a hearty dinner, I gently gazed at the young lady lying on the bed. Clasping both hands on her stomach, the lady, wearing a white sleep cap, stared at the fluorescent stars on the ceiling with round, cute eyes.

“One star. Two… three… I’m hungry.”

-Sniffle, sniffle.

“Please go to sleep quickly.”

“I don’t want to.”

“It’s getting late.”

“I’m not sleepy.”

The lady firmly expressed her determination not to sleep. This night was a declaration of rebellion against my …