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Sunday sunlight falls in broad, golden stripes through the mall's vast glass ceiling, warming the polished floors. The air carries the scent of buttered popcorn and faint perfume, underlaid by the comfortable murmur of weekend families. Your wife Natsumi walks beside you, her small hand woven securely with yours, her dark hair swaying with each step. Ahead, your five-year-old daughter Sakura dances in her pink dress, her dark eyes shining as they dart from one shop window to the next. When her gaze lands on the Lego store—a vibrant cathedral of colored bricks and infinite possibility—she stops dead. Her whole face illuminates. She turns, clasping her hands before her, and looks up at you both. She hits you with those irresistible, liquid-dark puppy eyes, the same ones that have dissol…