Part 2
Although I'm a middle school student, I live alone in this house, so I do all the cooking, laundry, cleaning, and other household chores myself.
This is related to my family environment. It's a bit special.
My mother divorced my father shortly after giving birth to me, and for a while after that, she raised me alone as a single mother. Because of that, I've never met my biological father.
A few years later, my mother remarried the heir of the "Towa family," one of the leading wealthy families in the country, and my surname, along with hers, became "Towa."
I had ranked up from an ordinary commoner to a wealthy young lady, but the eyes from those around me were cold.
The person she remarried... that is, my stepfather, was also separated from his wife. However, in his case, it wasn't divorce but bereavement. He had lost his wife and returned to being single. Moreover, he had children.
It seems that my mother, who was working as a new secretary at the time (I wonder how she ended up working there), was kind to him, he fell head over heels for her, and unable to resist his overwhelming enthusiasm, they tied the knot... but a second wife and her stepchild, from the perspective of a prestigious family's rigid values, well... you know?
The reason no one complains is solely due to my mother's high education, good nature, and her ability to support her husband both publicly and privately, as both a wife and secretary.
And above all, the year after remarrying, my mother gave birth to a boy.
My brother... not half, but different seed.
At the time, including my stepfather's stepchildren, all the children were female. The members of the "Towa" family, who retain old-fashioned values, frowned upon the position of being the second wife's child, but they rejoiced at the birth of a bloodline that could become the heir... a boy. And my mother, who accomplished this, successfully carved out a place for herself in the "Towa" family.
However, even so, the cold treatment towards me never completely disappeared.
No matter how good my mother's looks, no matter her abilities, no matter her background as a former pro hero... I guess those kinds of values are just unchangeable. A child not connected by blood has a hard time.
To protect me, and as a compromise to also save face with the main family members, my father gave me this house, or rather this room, and has me living alone... In short, I was gently kicked out of the house.
That said, I'm not subjected to any other harassment. Living expenses are properly deposited into my designated account every month. An amount clearly disproportionate to my status as a middle school girl who isn't yet independent. Thanks to that, my savings just keep increasing... just the other day, they broke into the nine-digit range.
The rent for this room, of course, and all utilities and other expenses are paid by my father, and security is perfect. Ah, I forgot to mention, the place I live now is a room on the top floor of a brand-new, ultra-high-end tower mansion favored by celebrities. They couldn't let me live alone safely with anything less than this level of property.
Even with all this done for me, there's no way I could complain.
Above all... both my father and mother properly consider me and love me.
My two stepsisters, my father's stepchildren, are the same. At first, it was awkward, of course, but now we've completely warmed up to each other, and they sometimes come here to visit.
...While I was explaining, breakfast was ready.
Here is today's breakfast. Today's is... a simple one that didn't take much effort.
White rice. A large bowl, heaping... about three go.
Milk, two one-liter cartons.
Ham and eggs. Using ten eggs and one whole ham. Seasoned simply with salt and pepper.
Side dish of about twenty wiener sausages. Served with grainy mustard to taste.
Corn potage soup. Made a small pot's worth. Instant, cutting corners.
Mixed salad of fresh vegetables and seaweed. A full bowl of lettuce, tomato, wakame, onion, nori, etc. Enough to easily meet the daily recommended intake in one go. Topped with plenty of mayonnaise.
(Everything else is Western food, so just the white rice feels out of place. It would have been good if I had bread... I completely forgot I ate it for a late-night snack yesterday... Well, it's fine, white rice is a versatile staple that goes with anything.)
I take it to the living room table, arrange it, put my hands together and say, "Thank you for the meal."
Then, I turn on the TV, watch the weather forecast while eating. Another nice day today... For my roadwork, maybe I'll extend my route and go farther.
After starting to watch the weather forecast, I see "Today's Horoscope"... and finish eating around the time the next program starts. Thank you for the meal.
By the way, my horoscope rank was 11th. Goddamn it.
I properly clean up, including washing the dishes. I know from experience that if I say "I'll do it later," it often ends up never getting done.
Especially for me, in most cases, the amount to wash is proportional to the amount eaten... or rather, the dishes I wash are quite large, so if I don't quickly finish while I have time, the sink becomes unusable.
(Well, it's not really a problem with a normal amount of food, but due to my "Quirk," it's more convenient in various ways to "store up" as much as possible.)
While washing the large party platter, which until just now had the ham and eggs on it, I suddenly glance at my slim waist.
Even though I just stuffed down an amount of food that occupied more than half the living room table, my stomach only looks slightly bloated. And that too will probably recede back to normal within an hour or so. Really convenient... my "Quirk."
But once I become a high school student, life will probably get busier... Maybe I should buy a dishwasher. Probably need a custom large one, though.
After this, I was planning to change into jogging clothes and go for roadwork, but before that, I went down to the first floor of the mansion to check the mailbox.