It is normal in the world to disappear over the years. I only dedicate this to those who appeared from the beginning of the story. I hope you will still be there at the end of the story. As we age, we seem to forget more and more easily and are used to forgetting, so we should write down when we want to write. For decades in an ordinary family, the child was born while the father was still in the army, and the mother, who worked double shifts in a cigarette factory, raised the child alone. It wasn't until the children entered elementary school and the father retired from the army and changed his career that the family lived together. Each parent has many brothers and sisters, and the parents' short-term concern and inescapable disgust are intertwined. The previous generation and the previous generation have been entangled to this day, but no one asks what will happen tomorrow. Everyone is immersed in the days of loving and hating again and again.
Concept: A family story of two generations from many children to an only child