Boku to, Hanasou.

At some point, children diverge from the ideal path set forth for them by adults. The trigger is usually a trivial incident.

The dead are transformed into photographs and loved by people. If you touch their cheeks in the photo, they are certainly there.

What is it about living things that makes us desperately want to warm them up when they are dead?

Why do you want acceptance? If it's not going to happen, then forget about what it was you wanted acknowledged and just have some soup, like always.

Short animation by Takahiro Shibata