If it were my grandmother, she would simply give me away without thinking twice, but my mother, in the middle of it, only thinks about running away.
All because she didn't have the courage to follow through with the desires that were her obligation, she thinks I'm as weak as she is.
We don't have the money for it, but we spend it anyway.
"I'll get you something to eat," Mom says. "What do you want?"
"It's okay. I can..."
"No! I'll make it. You stay in the room. Stay in the room, Mineko Hatsumomo!"
She runs back down the hallway, her sheer white dress billowing behind her, making her look like a specter.
A few seconds later, pots and pans hit our kitchen, though I'm absolutely sure we don't have anything that can be put in a pot.
This is the nineteenth house we live in.
I know the number of houses, but I can't remember most of them, it was when their walls blend together, it's hard to feel at home.
Mom said she thought she might be able to throw him off.
"I don't know much about her,
