In the fresh flower garden, Irina leaned against her mother's thigh in order to feel comfortable for a long time. Her mother then stroked Irina's hair gently.
With the melodious singing of a mature woman, the warm feeling feels like going to heaven. Irina loved this situation more than anything else, this feeling, this memory had healed all the wounds that were in Irina's heart and mind.
Irina smiled warmly at her mother then grabbed her mother's hand so that all the bad dreams she had had disappeared in the clouds. As that happened, Irina said to her mother with a bright red face.
"Mom, I love you.."
"Mom loves my little daughter too, dear Irina.."
Gently stroking her hair, and the melodious uplifting chant continued, Irina's eyes closed as if she was going to sleep. But before she was about to fall asleep completely, Irina wanted to ask something.
"Mom, what do you think of father?"
