The hours felt like a dream.
His father was here, his mother was here, and his little sister was smiling.
Nobody was lonely.
Large, piping hot chicken taken out from the oven.
Himawari’s sparkling eyes.
Confetti scattering everywhere from the crackers.
His mother, looking she was having fun for the first time in so long.
And, his father, who warmly watched over her expression.
It would’ve been nice if this lasted forever.
If things could just stay like this.
Boruto thought.
He wished.