On the day I died, I was reborn.
I have a cute, little child who calls me mother.
But how can a fragile person like me take care of a child?
But when I saw his small hands, soft face, and fluttering eyes like dead leaves, I felt that I had to work harder.
At least, I will wait until this child can face all the injustices and sufferings of life alone before I die.
Purpose: I want those warm memories