Quiet mother, she is even quieter than usual today.
I looked at her, but she didn't follow my eyes and respond to me, or simply didn't notice it at all, and didn't raise her head hidden by the inferior hair dye at all.
Uneasy and anxious, she was not fiddling with the "black square" as usual, which she could only read a little bit of information about. I thought so.
Mother…? With a slightly dry and squeezed nasal voice, I called,
"I like it quite a lot..." A toneless, targetless voice slowly sounded in this small room that was filled with smoke and fire. What...? As if I knew what the answer would be, I asked in a calm and cold voice.
"It's nice to have something that I can... Get used to doing."
"But you know...!" Was the impatient and old-fashioned reply to my mother.
"There's something, okay?" Suddenly he raised his head with hair hanging down to his toes. There was a dark light in the gray eyebrows...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
