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Yori yurimoto was not fond of where her life had gone, once she was a hopeful young woman with two bundles of joy and a loving husband, now she was a somewhat jaded woman with 2 delinquent daughters and an absent husband and half the time she was so depressed she could not be bothered to get out of bed, in fact if she didn’t have two mouths to feed she would never leave her bed.
Not that she needs to at the moment, it’s two o’clock at night and she SHOULD be sleeping, but sleeping is hard when you're busy mulling over your own failings as a wife and mother and sister. And that’s exactly what yori’s doing laying on her back staring at the ceiling and hating how much of a useless stupid waste she is, and how much better everyones lives would be if she just died already.
As she begins to wonder if emiko even bothers to think about her she hears a sudden knock at her bedroom door, yori startles so hard she falls right out of her bed and groans loudly before climbing to her feet, she half wants to not even bother but ultimately she plods over to the door with bleary eyes and pulls it open with a soft sigh.
As soon as she pulls the door open she is arrested by the sight of her daughters standing on the other side, they are both in their usual matching pyjamas and holding hands, momo is tightly clutching a penguin plushie yori got her ages ago that she loves more than life itself, before yori can ask a single question mitzu cuts her off “momo had a nightmare, can we sleep with you tonight?” she says in a flat matter-of-fact voice.
Yori squints at them for around three minutes trying to figure out what the scheme was this week, the twins never willingly spend any time with her unless there’s something in it for them(which made mother’s day really depressing), when she comes up dry she also abruptly begins to feel like an idiot for suspecting that her daughters are pulling a scheme, at three at night, on a friday.
Yori immediately begins to beat herself up for being distrusting of her own children because what kind of shitty-ass mother is so distrustful of her own seven year old daughters? She’s not a winner anyhow as her husband clearly did not want anything to do with her, maybe he left cuz she’s such a shit mom, maybe that’s why she’s alone while emiko’s probably living it wherever she is, cuz yori’s a shitty stupid woman trying to be things she’s not, a good mom, a good wife a good sister maybe she’s juST A STUPID USELESS PEICE OF-
Yori is suddenly broken from her self hatred doom spiral when mitzu clears her throat, yori gasp’s softy and blinks a few times as the world snaps back into focus, both of her girls are staring at her with barely masked concern and yori is vaguely aware of moisture on her cheeks, “a-are you crying?” momo ask’s and yori brushes her hand against her eye’s to find that yes, she is crying.
As yori begins to feel self conscious about her sudden breakdown mitzu ask’s the million dollar question: “are you okay mom?”, yori wants to say “yes, i am a mentally stable woman who is perfectly healthy and normal” but yori hates lying so she takes a deep breath and say’s: “hell no i’m not”
The twins exchange uneasy looks before yori grabs mitzu’s hand and pulls them both inside “so you girls wanted to cuddle with mommy? Cuz i’m in bad need of some cuddles too” yori say’s walking them over to her bed, mitzu looks a little distressed and say’s “yeah…well momo needed to be here i’m fine”, yori rolls her eyes and pulls both of them into bed holding them close “sweetie i know that when one of you is upset you BOTH get upset, now try and get some sleep okay?” she feels both of them relax and snuggle at her sides, soon both of them are softly snoring away and she smiles a little at the sound.
Yori looks down to get a better look at her girls both of them are curled up on her stomach sleeping peacefully, and in that moment yori feels a sudden surge of affection for them, she gently pat’s them both on the head as she takes a deep breath, in this one moment her anxiety’s fade, her doubt fades, and she feels like she’s good enough, she feels like she’s enough.
Yori looks at her girls, her special little bundles of joy and feels….happy, it’s odd to share such a tender moment with them, yori feels….content. As yori’s self hatred washes away exhaustion begins to wash over her like a tidal wave, she rests her head on her pillow as the world begins to fade out around her, “good night girls” she mumbles as sleep overtakes her.
And so, that night yori yurimoto slept soundly with her daughters by her side.