My mother-in-law Chizuko YAMAMOTO

Kiyoshi, the only son who had returned home for the first time in five years because he was not familiar with the city life that I dreamed of, felt uncomfortable about the atmosphere of his family. This strange behavior of mothers. His father-in-law looked cold, and everything was rejecting Kiyoshi. Even though it is only a few years ago, when it becomes an essential part, the memory of ambiguous purity. There was something disgusting between me and my mother. Kiyoshi remembers the meaning of a sad daydream in his memory.