Its chilly. Maybe, its because of rain. Being discharged from service, you were so buoyant with the expectation for the next semester at your University. My son, I was not just glad about your coming home. Its because tuition of your elder sister and the youngest has been a burden to me and your father. I am writing to you as I feel sorry about the fact that I had such mind about your coming even if it had lasted for short.

My son, I know you were far behind the beautiful memories of youth before you entered the university. I am just sorry. I couldnt buy either clothing of quality or a couple of shoes for you. When you were a student of middle school and high school, you won several great prizes, such as honor prizes, model prizes, prizes for filial duty, and so on. Whenever I saw you, I felt rather sorry than satisfied. We had not been able to support you at all while your friends went to academy and bought several reference books whenever they needed. That has made us feel sorry until now.

Can you remember that your bag was worn-out and its thong was cut? You had showed to us your wonderful patience and attitude for economy, having the bag on your back, which was repaired with an elastic string. I felt, however, distressing when looking at you. At the meeting of parents of students, I used to occupy the back seat without letting you know that I was there. When I got out of the class after the meeting, you were so proud of me and told your friends, Look, here is my mom! On your graduation day, I occupied the back because of myself in rags. How proud of you I felt! When I looked at you who won prizes.

My son, it is the happiness itself that you are grown-kup like this, so healthy. There is one more thing that I felt your love which I still remember. The rubber gloves that cost 990 won. You showed the red ones to me and said, I had saved some coins and I bought these with the coins. Put on these gloves and wash clothes. When you were touching my thick fingers, you were sorry with tearful eyes. I saw it all. Saying Thank you, I turned around as if I had not recognized your crying.