The Turning of Seasons and the Bonds of Family.

I might have been overly harsh in my expression in yesterday's text. I apologize. The season has suddenly turned into deep winter. In Nara, the temperature has also dropped to single digits. Actually, my mother is elderly and her memory is becoming noticeably weaker. She insists on doing everything herself, but cooking at least seems difficult for her. Still, seeing her remember to ask for the same things she has requested every year, it might be more of a physical decline. I am indeed a neglectful child. In college, I was lazy and repeated two years. I didn’t get a job until I was 26, and even then, I left that job after five years. I worked hard in my own way, but I couldn’t stand the unreasonable complaints (at least that’s how I felt at the time), so I quit, went to a vocational school, and now I'm in real estate sales. The job is tough, but I am grateful to have a boss who confronts me head-on. My sisters are concerned about me and are trying to get my mother into a nursing home, but for now, I want to do what I can on my own