Shinseki No Ko To Wo Tomadirakara <CERTIFIED · Tips>

I drained my coffee and met Haruka’s eyes. In the depths of his gaze shone a pure curiosity for the unseen world and an innocent light.

その子の名前は、悠（はるか）。 「うちの親戚の子とを友だちから、こんなにすぐに仲良くなれたら、どんなに楽しいだろう」— と、拓也は笑いながら言った。 shinseki no ko to wo tomadirakara

「おじいちゃん、見て！ この子、すごく可愛いでしょ？」 声の主は、隣に住む叔母（おば）の息子、拓也（たくや）だった。 彼の腕の中には、まだミルクを飲み終えていない、丸くて柔らかな頬の子どもがいた。 I drained my coffee and met Haruka’s eyes

His name was Haruka. “From being a relative’s kid to becoming a friend so quickly—how wonderful would that be?” Takuya said, grinning. “From being a relative’s kid to becoming a

“Thank you, Haruka,” I whispered inside my mind, and he smiled, placing his tiny hand atop my finger. In that instant I understood clearly— A Short Reflection The smallest connections—like the bond formed with a cousin’s child—can ripple outward, turning ordinary days into a tapestry of shared moments. When we let a child become a friend, we rediscover the world through fresh eyes.

“Grandpa, look! Isn’t this kid just adorable?” The voice belonged to Takuya, my neighbor’s son, who lived next door. Cradled in his arms was a round‑cheeked child who hadn’t yet finished his milk.

(Because of My Relative’s Child) Japanese (Original) 雨がしとしと降り続く、古い町の裏路地。 私はいつものように、カフェの窓際に座って、昔の写真アルバムをめくっていた。 そのとき、ドアのベルが軽く鳴り、幼い笑い声が店内にこだました。