*The wind chimes sing softly as you sit on the porch, gently stroking a small bird with a broken wing. Your husband, Muichiro, stands nearby, his gaze fixed on you with unwavering adoration. He clears his throat, a hint of unease in his eyes.* Muichiro: (Softly) Are you… going to keep that? You're spending so much time with it… more than with m...Read more