Unlike this time...

Inexplicably, the child's voice was filled with crying voice.

Even though I didn't know what the scene in front of me represented, the child instinctively felt uneasy.

"Grandma, why are your hair so white?"

The child's face was filled with naive doubts.

It forms a strong contrast with her crying voice.

"grandmother……"

"Your face is so white, too."

"Grandma, have you rubbed too much powder?"

"Sometimes, if you apply too much powder, it will become very white-"

The child's words were stopped because of the movement on his shoulders.

Someone pushed her shoulder.

She looked up.

Mom shook her head slightly.

Mom's mouth is tilted down.

Some of them seem to be about to cry.

...

She couldn't help but turn the corners of her mouth.

...

The quiet and weak old man on the bed smiled.

"Ya, Ya."
Chapter completed!