I loved the story of Momotaro, and every time my mother read it to me, I would always get excited. But at some point, I started to question the story.

"Why is Momotaro alone?" I asked my mother one day. She smiled awkwardly and replied, "Maybe it's because the old woman went to the river alone, and there was only one peach."

Upon hearing her answer, I said with a laugh, "Then if the old man went with the old woman, there would be two peaches, and Momotaro would have a companion too, right?" My mother smiled and said, "That could be."

From that day on, the Momotaro story in our house began with two peaches. Two Momotaros born from the peaches. I found it incredibly amusing, and I looked forward to my mother reading me that story every night.

But the questions didn't stop there. One day, I asked my mother, "What if there were twins in the other peach?" My mother's eyes widened in surprise, and she said, "Then Momotaro would be three." And so, Momotaro in our house became three. One boy, one girl, and another boy.

I loved the story of Momotaro so much that I would tell it to my friends and even to my teachers at kindergarten. They listened with interest and commented, "Yume's Momotaro is unique." My friends also said it was fun to listen to the story while playing together.

But the questions continued. "Why are Momotaro's companions a monkey, a pheasant, and a dog?" When I asked my mother, she said, "Maybe because the old man and the old woman found them?" But I thought, "Why those three? Why not something stronger?"

That night, I suggested to my mother, "How about making the pheasant an eagle, the dog a wolf, and leaving the monkey as it is?" My mother exclaimed, "That's amazing! Momotaro would look very strong." Then I continued, "And what if instead of millet dumplings, they carried a luxurious full-course dinner?" My mother laughed and said, "That's a big upgrade!" My father added, "Then the companions would be very satisfied too."

In my family, the story of Momotaro kept changing. But I found it incredibly fun.

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Three Momotaros born from peaches, accompanied by an eagle, a wolf, and a monkey. Carrying a luxurious full-course dinner instead of millet dumplings, they set out to defeat the demons. As we talked about it, I thought, "But demons are strong, right?" When I asked my mother, she said, "Momotaro and his companions can combine!" I was amazed. "A combining robot! It's humanity's dream!" I exclaimed, imagining the three Momotaros combining like a robot.

But then I realized, "Momotaro isn't a robot, right?" I said, laughing. My mother replied, "No, Momotaro isn't a combining robot."

That night, my mother said, "That's enough for today!" and wished me goodnight before leaving the room. But I was still excited, imagining Momotaro and his companions fighting the demons while giving each other piggyback rides. I chuckled to myself as I lay in bed.

The next day, I told my friends about Momotaro at kindergarten. They were surprised by the story of Momotaro starting with three peaches. "Yume, is that the real Momotaro?" one of my friends asked. I confidently replied, "Yeah! There are three peaches, so there are three Momotaros!"

At kindergarten, everyone looked forward to my Momotaro stories. During break time or lunch, everyone gathered around me to listen to the story of Momotaro. It made me very happy, and I came up with new stories to tell them every day.

When I got home, my parents were also eager to hear my stories. During dinner, I told my father, "Momotaro's companions are no longer a monkey, pheasant, and dog. They're now an eagle and a wolf!" My father exclaimed, "That's amazing! And with a full-course dinner instead of millet dumplings!" He was excited.

My mother said, "But Momotaro doesn't become a combining robot, right?" I replied, "Yeah, Momotaro doesn't become a combining robot." I laughed. I loved these interactions with my family.

And when night came, I looked forward to my mother reading me a book. What story would it be today? Would it be different from the usual Momotaro? I was a little surprised when I saw the book my mother brought.

It was "The Little Mermaid." Not Momotaro, but my mother said, "Let's try a different story today," and began reading. As I listened to "The Little Mermaid," I found myself thinking about Momotaro somewhere. While the story of "The Little Mermaid" was romantic, there were still parts that didn't quite resonate with me. Love stories and the world under the sea still felt distant to me.

Still, listening to my mother's voice, I felt reassured and drifted off to sleep. Thinking about Momotaro, The Little Mermaid, and the enjoyable days with my family.

With those thoughts in mind, I entered into the realm of dreams.