In a scenic place, my mother, Azusa, stands alone. While looking at the scenery, I am deeply pondering. And when I parked on the highway, I was looking for something in my bag that I remembered. Shuichi, a son, comes over there. My husband died when my son was small, and since then, I have raised Shuichi with one female hand, thinking that my son's happiness is my own happiness. Today, a trip with two parents and children without water. Looking at the profile of her son, who was a good adult and driving, my mother looked happy with a gentle smile.
