Ciao, Madre.

Tomorrow... I'm going to head home for the first time in a while.

Eh... it's been over a year and a half...? Has it really?

Fufu... it must be a lonely place to live, as always... Scusa mi (I'm sorry)... Somewhat broken Italian but that's what it says.

Yes... yes... Then, I'll be there around ten o'clock.

... Oh, and...

I look different than before, more like my hair color has changed.

No, I haven't dyed it.

But Madre will know it's me as soon as you see me...

I'm sure of it...