My mother wanted to be a painter when she was a student. But around that time, I met her father and I was born, so she gave up on that dream halfway through. Perhaps she still has some regrets about that dream, and recently her mother started teaching painting to her classmate Hirakawa. A mother who teaches enthusiastically as if entrusting her unfulfilled dream to Hirakawa. For some reason, I feel jealous when I see the two of them getting along too well. Then, one day, I went to my mother's atelier, where she was waiting for Hirakawa!
