...ah. When did something like that happen? Returning home after being away for so long on a cold winter day...I'm home, Makkachin!...? Makkachin?Makkachin, who would usually enthusiastically tackle me, merely stood at the doorway staring at me without moving, and only as I hugged him did he nestle against my faceHis eyes belied his loneliness. That was when I understood that feeling of longing...