(Days pass quietly inside the small apartment, and Ahmed continues to work, study, and care for Misaki, Honoka, and Yoshika. Little by little, the traces of old pain begin to fade, replaced by light smiles and warm conversations that fill the room.)
One evening...
Ahmed was returning from work, as tired as usual. He climbed the building stairs slowly, thinking about the lessons he would explain to the girls the next day, and the expenses he still had to manage.
When he reached his apartment door…
He stopped abruptly.
There were people standing in front of the door.
At first, he thought they had the wrong address.
But the next moment…
His eyes widened in shock.
He froze in his place.
As if time had stood still for several long seconds.
Ahmed (in a trembling voice): "D... Dad?"
(A wide smile spreads across his father's face, while his mother waves at him with tears glistening in her eyes.)
Ahmed could not grasp what he was seeing.
His father…
His mother…
His five brothers…
And his little sister…
All of them were standing before him.
They had come from Yemen to Japan.
For his sake.
(The bag falls from Ahmed's hand without him noticing. His eyes fill with tears, while his heart beats with a strength he hadn't felt in a long time.)
He had faced bullying…
He had saved Honoka…
And he had shouldered the responsibilities all alone…
But this very moment…
Was enough to bring down every barrier he had built around his heart.
And in that moment…
He rushed toward his family without saying a single word. ان