I don't like being told about complaints.

I've been told by my late grandmother.

"You can take your own mood, and don't depend on others."

I have kept that teaching.

Even if I had a bad experience, I didn't leak it to anyone and kept it in my mind.

I worked hard alone today too.

Without complaining, I made my own place to feel at ease.

I was exhausted.

The whole day of the holiday is ruined.

When I came back from the laundromat, I hung half-dried towels and clothes on the balcony.

I packed too much at once.

I rarely use laundromat, so I didn't know the amount.

When I was hanging the laundry, my hand stopped at a big full moon.

It's been a long time since I looked up at the moon.

My feelings became lighter all at once.

My face naturally smiled.

――I'm happy――

But I regretted that I should't have been fascinated by the moon.

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Suddenly, I heard a voice from the balcony next door.

"Did you do the laundry at this hour?"

A woman leaned forward and looked at me.

She was a skinny woman of the same generation as my mother.

I bowed slightly.

"Did you work today too? It's tough until late, isn't it?"

I wanted to go back to my room early.

My favorite game event was about to start  so I had no time.

I lowered my head and tried to enter the room.

But……

"My son……"

The woman called out to me again.

"uses violence"

I stopped and looked back.

A woman showed me her arms.

The arms were old, new, and full of cuts.

"He is usually a quiet child, but when the full moon comes, he fights against me. Is it a man's period?"

I thought it was bad.

I didn't want to listen to the story and get involved in trouble.

I was going to tell her how to consult the police, but if that happens, I'm going to be asked by the police, so it's troublesome.

"I gave birth to my son terrible difficulty and he had severe nighttime crying ――"

A long story was about to start.

I was sick of this woman, but I felt a little sorry for her.

Maybe she doesn't have anyone else to talk to like my mother.

It's been a long time since I've talked to anyone other than my mother.

Due to recent circumstances, telework has started, and the opportunities to talk with people at work have decreased.

But I don't think I'm lonely.

I have friends who are connected through SNS. 

They are friends who love the same game.

My reality is fun and fulfilling.

I'm different from my mother or this person.

My mother was a person who had no friends and no hobbies.

She always complained that she didn't have money, and she watched TV all day and said bad things about people.

She made fun of me that I was crazy about 2-D character of the game.

She was a woman who didn't make an effort to make herself happy.

"When the full moon approaches, I wonder if I should kill my son."

When she said that, the woman withdrew her face.

As expected, I was curious, and I hurriedly looked next to it.

The woman is lighting a cigarette.

"Do you smoke?"

And I recommended cigarettes.

If it's fine, I tried to turn around and enter the room, but I was approached again.

"You're a good girl."

When I looked back, the woman was looking at me with a cigarette in her hand.

"You hang the laundry very carefully, you have a meticulous personality."

She was laughing.

"The man next to me over there, when I was smoking on the balcony, the smell came over here, so he yelled at me to stop it."

The woman laughed again that you didn't say that.

I don't remember when I've been laughed at by people.

"Let's talk again."

She disappeared.

I heard the sound of the window opening and closing.

I also entered the room.

Just a little bit, my heart is warm.

My mother passed away.

I can't see my mother anymore.

If she keeps a reasonable distance from me, I can talk to her again.

A reasonable distance that I won't get hurt.

That's the most important thing.

It took a lot of time.

The event will start soon.

I ran into the bathroom while taking off my clothes.

I'll meet my fave after I clean myself up.

That's my ritual.

I live in an old housing complex.

There is a washing machine in the bathroom.

In the washing machine, there is my mother who I worked hard to make and detailed.

I'll think about what to do with my mother later.

First of all, the event.

I picked up my smartphone and noticed it.

Look at the wall between the next room.

She said my son was going to go on a rampage, but I was in this room all day today and was chased by "work".

And yet, I never heard a loud noise from next door.

Well, did that woman also grasp her own happiness with her own hands?

You'll do it!