I ask my son to clean his room. Even though he doesn't do it at all. So I leave his room
dirty to take care of himself. I'm not his housekeeper. Almost his friends left the nest
and began living on his own but he is still living at home together. His elder sister is a
real brain and he is the slow-but-steady type. His room is piled up plenty of books
here and there. There's no space for another person. But Hana likes to step into
a narrow aisle, spending there even it's kind of stuffy room.
It's reallyreally funny to look Hana walks backward to get out of his room.
Hana keeps an eye on him as if she's a big sister.
After hitting sixty, I really turned into a fussy mom.
