Before the Bon Festival where the hot days continue, my mother-in-law, Rumi, came to Tokyo worried about me living alone. Rumi was a new mother when I was a student, and she patiently treated me, who continued to take a cold attitude. Rumi seemed very happy to be able to talk to me, who had grown older and opened her heart. I felt the charm of Rumi as a woman before being her mother. And that night, I couldn't control my desire as a man to see Tarumi's sweaty body after taking a bath.
