Mom hasn't called my name for three days.
I thought she was sick and wanted to turn into a golden flower and hang on the tree to accompany her secretly.
After turning into a flower, I discovered many things that I didn't know before——
It turned out that my father was not on a business trip, but he couldn't stand it and ran away.
It turns out that my mother would go to the empty cowshed and sit there all night long.
It turns out that the "I'm sorry" she said to the wall was because of that rainy night three years ago.
It turns out I was already dead.
But my mother still lives in a world I don't know, waiting for someone who will never come home every day.
I want to tell her I'm here.
I want to tell her that I don't blame her.
I want to hold her one last time before she forgets me.
——"Mom, thank you for letting me be your child."
——"Forget me. If you forget, it won't hurt."
Intention: Death is not the end of forgetting, forgetting is. Before the memory disappears, I want to hold you one last time