I was able to come home because my dad's remarriage was called off.

Don't be my mommy!!

Mommy had breast cancer, and I had leukemia, and we were eventually stuffed into each jar. It was a bitter memory for me that I hit by some gas burners with my temporally room, exposed to extremely high temperatures, and smashed into cracker-like small pieces. Since then, the jar we were put into was supposed to have been carefully stored in a cupboard at home.

Then one day, we were suddenly taken to a warehouse-like place far away and lined up on shelves inside. There were many jars containing strangers lined up around us.

Soon after, a woman came to the entrance of the "warehouse" after leaving some bouquet, And she said,

"I'm going to be your new mommy. Nice to meet you."

I knew it Dad put us on shelve like this that when he started dating her.

"Don't be my mommy!!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs in my mind.

My wish must have been answered, because Dad came back later to pick us up. He said this while crying.

"I-it's my fault. I'm sorry for "abandoning" you guys to be with that too crowded and overwhelming place."

I feel bad for Dad, but we got return to home safely and were put away carefully in a cupboard in the living room. Of course, there are framed photos of us on top of that cupboard.

And even today, Dad still puts flowers in the vase on top of the cupboard where we are kept, and places my favourite sweets on a plate.