The third anniversary of my brother's death. Three years ago, my brother who passed away had a wife named Hibiki. Seven years ago in the summer, my brother first brought Hibiki to our house. It was a sweltering day and we ate watermelon that he bought and boiled corn together. At the end of the year when he died, she left the house. Other than meeting on the anniversary of their death, I would sometimes go to the apartment to check on things out of concern.
