『Troubled Mommy』

A woman with many bags opens the front door.
I've just come back from shopping.
Mom came home.

I live with my husband, my daughter in the third year of high school, and my son in the second year of high school.
Actually, this year will be the 20th year of marriage.

By the way, I put the cactus here right away when I bought this house.
Sometimes I accidentally get stuck in a cactus.
It's rather painful.

My daughter at home comes to the front door to pick up my luggage.
My son seems to be away.

But my daughter and son don't tell me much about school.
What do you do at school?
I don't even know if school is fun.
Why don't you tell me a little more?

『Escapism』 ｜［しぃーーーー］｜note