a letter to my beloved son, the widow who was slandered as a merchandising woman, chisato shibata.

Senri who lives in the countryside as a widow. In order to force a woman and one son to go to university, the payment of rent may be delayed. While knowing how dirty it was because of the hardships of life, children's acquaintances and landlords who had been loved as much as their daughters since then become swellings in villages by putting on a widowed woman's labelling as a whore selling memories with her own body and turning money. The only happiness was when I ran a pencil to my beloved son's letter of thought.