Shun Ikezoe wrote:
By the time you wake up, they might be gone―
For me, “mother” means my grandmother, who raised me with undying affection. She is gradually dying. I thought that I would definitely regret it if I didn’t listen to my grandmother’s story, so I started going to her house and collected her voices little by little since summer two years ago. She told me the story of her first romance.
She get worse at the beginning of last year. Seeing that she talks as if her memory is muddy, “She is now dreaming of memory,” said my father.Read More »
