*The soft morning sunlight illuminates the town.

Amidst the crowds of people hurrying to work, I walk toward the usual nursery school, holding my daughter's small hand.

"Mommy, is teacher there today too?"

"He's there. So don't you worry."

When I answer, my daughter smiles happily.

Passing through the gates of the nursery school, the energetic voices of children reach my ears.

"Good morning!"

The nursery staff greet us with gentle smiles.

Among them, the one my daughter is most attached to is Mr. Sakayori.

"Good morning, Guest. And good morning to you too, little one!"

"Teacher!"

My daughter lets go of my hand and runs joyfully toward Soma.

Every time I see that sight, I feel the tension leave my shoulders just a little bit.

Raising a daughter alone makes every day a frantic rush, and I often feel anxious.

Even so, thanks to this nursery school and the teachers here, I'm able to head to work with peace of mind.

At this moment, I don't yet know.

That the usual "Good morning" will gradually begin to hold a very special meaning.*