"My Memories" - The House Mom Chose -

My childhood home was an old, large, single-story house that had been renovated and expanded many times.

It was a house that had existed since my mother was a child, and I, too, had wondered since I was little, "When will they rebuild this?"

When friends came over to play, they would sometimes say, "Your house is like a maze."

Although it was old, it had many rooms, and to me, it was a house I was somewhat proud of.


When my daughter was in kindergarten, we decided to build a new house on the land next to my parents' home.

At that time, we visited many housing manufacturers, and my daughter enjoyed it right along with us.

I recommended a practical house, but my mother chose the house she truly wanted to live in.

From the exterior and lighting to the wallpaper in the washroom and restroom, she chose things she liked one by one.

And she prepared one room as my daughter's room for when we came to stay.

With soft pink wallpaper and cute frilly curtains.

My daughter was happy to have her own room at my parents' house and was very delighted.

When the new house was completed, my mother looked truly happy.

In that house, my grandmother also spent some time, and my grandfather lived there as well.

It became a house filled with memories of the whole family.


My mother was a very stylish person.

Even on the same day, if the place she was going changed, she would change her clothes and swap her bag and shoes to match.

She was self-conscious about being short, so even as she aged, she wore heeled shoes.

She must have wanted to look even a little bit taller.

The way she enjoyed fashion even as she grew older was somewhat like a young girl.


When she was over fifty, multiple liver cancers were discovered, and she underwent surgery.

From then on, days of commuting to the university hospital continued.

Before consultations and tests, she would sometimes become emotionally unstable.

Thinking about it now, I believe she was constantly facing the anxiety of waiting for test results.

For about twenty years from her first surgery until she passed away, my mother continued to live while dealing with her illness.

Even when she fell ill and was rushed to the hospital, we couldn't visit due to the COVID-19 pandemic, but I thought, "It's just that we can't meet for a while."

No one imagined that she would pass away two days after being hospitalized.


Before being hospitalized, she had gone to the hair salon for two days in a row.

I heard that she had contacted many of her friends from the hospital to let them know she was being admitted.

I thought it was just like my mother to be stylish and value her connections with people until the very end.


It was such a sudden farewell.

Even so, she was able to live in the house she had envisioned.

She never forgot to be stylish and lived true to herself until the end.

I now think that those must have been happy times for my mother.


My mother, who was stylish, cheerful, and loved to take care of others.

Even now, sometimes, in my heart,
I call out, "Mom."

Thank you very much for reading until the end.

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