Accidentally become a father-Chapter 80: The List

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The morning was calmer.

No alarms.

No school schedule.

The light filtered in slower.

Sunday.

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I stood in the kitchen.

Opened the upper cabinet.

Rice.

Only a little left.

Not enough for three days.

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I closed it.

Opened the fridge.

Eggs.

Two left.

Bottom shelf.

Vegetables.

None left.

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I closed the fridge.

Moved to the side shelf.

Instant noodles.

Three packets.

No need to buy a lot.

Maybe five.

Sugar.

Less than half left in the jar.

Salt.

Still enough.

But running low.

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Checked the coffee sachets.

Almost out.

One left.

Needed.

I paused for a moment.

Calculating.

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Rice.

Eggs.

Coffee.

Vegetables.

Protein.

Chicken.

Cheaper.

Tofu.

Tempeh.

Quick to cook.

Always needed.

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I moved to the bathroom.

Body wash.

Shampoo.

Toothpaste squeezed to the very end.

Almost empty.

Won’t last long.

Detergent.

Enough.

Not needed.

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Back to the kitchen.

Small box on top of the shelf.

Medicine.

Fever reducers.

Painkillers.

Toothache medicine.

Medicated oil.

Still have some.

Bandages.

A few.

Enough.

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The list was complete.

No need to write it down.

Memorizing it was enough.

The sound of small footsteps could be heard.

From behind.

Quiet.

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"Papa."

"Hm."

"Today’s a day off."

"Yeah, I know."

The footsteps drew closer.

Stopped beside me.

Yuna looked toward the kitchen.

Her eyes moved.

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"...going to cook?"

"Groceries."

She was silent for a moment.

Processing.

"...can I come?"

I looked at her.

Briefly.

"Yes."

No reason to refuse.

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Yuna gave a small nod.

She turned around.

Her steps were faster than before.

Getting ready.

I looked back at the kitchen.

Double-checking.

Making sure nothing was missed.

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Gas.

Still have some.

Electricity bill.

Water bill.

Already paid.

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I grabbed my wallet.

Jacket hanging on a chair.

I took it.

And put it on.

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Yuna returned.

Her clothes were neat.

Hair combed.

Not messy.

Ready.

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"Ready."

"...Okay."

I opened the door.

We stepped out.

The door was closed.

Click.

Empty corridor.

Footsteps sounded clear.

Two people.

Side by side.

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Down the stairs.

Slowly.

Unhurried.

Yuna walked beside me.

Not too close.

Not too far.

The same distance as usual.

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"...Papa..."

"Yeah?"

"...what are we going to buy?"

I answered without looking.

"Rice."

"...eggs."

"...coffee."

"...chicken."

"...tofu."

"...vegetables."

I paused for a moment.

Adding.

"...soap."

"...shampoo."

"...toothpaste."

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Yuna gave a small nod.

Committing it to memory.

"...that’s a lot..."

Silence.

Steps remained steady.

We stepped out onto the street.

Brighter light.

Warm air.

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I looked ahead.

The direction of the store.

A short distance.

Beside me—

Yuna’s footsteps.

Not falling behind.

Not pulling ahead.

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