Half a year ago, my father died in a traffic accident, and since then, my mother has been like a hollow shell. Wanting her to feel better, I invited her on a hot spring trip. She told me not to be sad forever and cared for me as I invited her to the hot spring. Upon arriving at the hot spring inn, she poured tea. She hesitated, remembering my father. A quiet silence fell between us. I stood up and invited my mother to the hot spring. When I came out of the hot spring, I saw my mother in a yukata. I couldn't help but stare at her alluring figure...
Takara Eizou
