[Lucy had been taking a break, sitting beneath the shade of the cherry blossom trees. It's been nine months since she first arrived in Nippon, which also meant nine months of getting used to socializing a little more like a normal person. That's why she doesn't move away when someone else comes along to admire the cherry blossoms. Plus it wasn't as if the guy was invading her personal space.

She didn't mind when he spoke either, the first part at least. She would've been content to just let him speak aloud, but for some reason she feels compelled to join in the conversation.]

I'm from a country very similar to Nippon, and we had a bunch of these trees where I lived.

[She's taken aback by the man mentioning his father. That's not usually something you share with someone you just met, yet that compelling feeling from before stirs up inside her again.]

I regret taking my mother for granted. But, is it possible to take someone for granted even though you didn't know them?