The washing is being boiled.

Unconsciously, I was going past the fridge beyond. A slip of paper fixed to the fridge. There I stood in front of the fridge for a good while. The handwriting of my mother... I felt something on the tip of my nose, and my eyes were getting moistened with tears.

Mother When young, she used to sing along with singers on TV pretty well. Even some time ago, she used to read her childrens books to learn how to operate computer. Recently, I have seen so many slips of paper written by her. I have to turn off the gas a few minutes later. I have to put on buttons on the school uniform of my second eldest daughter.

Did you forget that? You got into the habit of forgetting. Yesterday, I told you that I had to buy a reference book.

Feeling sorry about that, she was fumbling in her pocket for nothing. Her daughter faded away from view, being irritable. How did it hurt my mother when she caught the sight of her daughters back?

Mother smiled wryly at her habit, saying, Recently, I keep forgetting again and again. Her son entered his room right away, slamming the door. How did it hurt my mother when she caught the sight of her sons back?

When I look at her who recently tries to read or watch everything on books or TV that may be related to amnesia, her mere daughter seems to understand her feelings a little. In this cold winter, the back of her hand has chapped and cracked. Your daughter sheds tears of remorse again and again, who has never applied lotion to her hands.