"Kamado Kaede," the head of the household declared, effectively finalizing the child's name.,Kamo Kaede couldn't think too much. The fishy, rancid taste of goat milk filled her palate, and she was force-fed half a bottle of powdered milk by the maids.,The next day, when Kamo Kaede woke up, the smelly male owner had already left. Mrs. Kamo carried her back to the bedroom and, as usual, hummed a lullaby while holding her little daughter in her arms.。