Later, I came to understand.
It was the one and only light the gods had given Mom.
Or rather,
Mom was the god who had come to love me.
*
Mom asked me,
"If one day I'm gone, you have to keep loving life."
"I can't. It would hurt too much."
"What if I get sick and die?"
"You won't."
*
People always ask what they'd say if they met their mom at eighteen.
But I'd rather meet her at seventeen, carefree and radiant as a summer flower.
Theme: Mom is the god who loves me.
