A letter we received. The contents taught us the reality (real) that we had never imagined. It was something similar to an informant from a housewife, written tightly on several sheets of letter paper. One day, the relationship between her husband and son is reversed, and she continues to be overpowered by her son. A husband who pretends not to see even if he asks for help. There may be a real reality in the cloudy liquid that is poured into my mother who is fucked like every day.
