My mother always brought the sunshine. When I was younger, my parents took us to the forest park. I don't remember rainy days when we went out with my mother.
My brother was eager to practice walking when he was a toddler. We were tired and told him to go home, but he wouldn't stop walking in the park. We gave up and waited for him until he sat down on the lawn.
My father called my mother 'hare-onna', meaning 'the sun always follows you'. I think I am 'hare-onna', too. When I have a school event, it is always sunny. My classmates called me 'hare-onna' as well. So I believed I could always bring the sunshine. I believed so until my mum got sick after my father died in a car accident.
It was raining on that day. I looked out of the window in the hospital. From downstairs, classical music was coming. I glanced at my mother. She was sleeping. I went out of the room and descended to the entrance lobby. A man was playing the violin with a woman who played the piano by his side. I had not noticed there was a piano when I first visited there. That was a very beautiful tune. I remembered the picnic with my family in the forest park. I missed the happiest moment.