Will an Amnesiac Nun Meet a Rice Ball Priest?

I've lost my memory.

But a kind priest took me in.

He takes such good care of me. He's a good person.

The priest is always wrapped up in white winter clothes. With his black hair and fair skin, I often mistake him for a delicious rice ball. Every time I get my knife and fork ready and come drooling over, only to see it's the priest himself, what a shame! I mean, how embarrassing!

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He saves people from suffering, devotes himself to raising them, stays by their side when they're sick, and always cares for them. He must be

My mother!!!

[Cozy Reading Note]

A short story, complete in one installment

Message: Good people get good things in return