I moved to Tokyo to become a musician three years ago, and I started missing my mother's cooking. So, I decided to go back home for the first time in a while. Unable to achieve my dreams, both my body and mind were exhausted. My mom welcomed me without asking anything, just with kindness. This summer is particularly hot, and living in my old house without air conditioning made me sweat from morning till night. Then, perhaps due to heatstroke, I found myself staring at the sweat running down my mother's neck and the beads of sweat on her cleavage, seeing her as a woman…
