My mother had once aspired to be a painter during her student days. However, she met my father around that time and I was born, so she gave up on that dream halfway through. Recently, it seems she still has regrets about that dream because she started teaching painting to a classmate of mine named Hirakawa. She teaches him with such fervor, as if entrusting her unfulfilled dream to him. Seeing the two of them getting along so well for some reason makes me feel jealous. So one day, I headed to the atelier where my mother was waiting for Hirakawa!
