When the family reached the village, white clouds were flying in the sky. Grandfather pitched the tent. He thought that the clouds were free of rain, and suddenly they changed color to pitch black, and everyone rushed into the tent, except for Atsushi. I was in the woods near the tent, and it started snowing. . From far away, I heard my father's voice shouting, Atsushi, Atsushi, where are you? I ran to him, I am here, father. He caught me and put a hat made of thin wood in the shape of a triangle over my head and I told him that even you, my father, put it on top of your head. He told me this protects you from the cold. 6 We reached the tent, and that night my father told us that he would make a house of wood in the coming days when the weather was better. My mother was very sick and dying. I was sitting next to her and she said to me, my love, Atsushi, come and sleep next to me, when the morning came, I did not find my mother in her place, I came out of the tent and behold, my father was sitting next to a hole in which he had put my mother, I screamed, wake up, mother, please, father, take her out of that hole, my grandfather was crying and saying It is gone forever and will not return, and he says: Every person in this life has an end. My father hugged me on his chest and said, "Your mother has suffered from illness for a long time since you were born and put you up young."7 I went to the tent, while my father was laying dirt on it, and when I went out, I found a sign in front of her grave that had my mother Yuzu's name written on it, so I hurried to the forest and picked some flowers and put them on her grave The days passed, my grandfather Mayuji used to collect firewood every day and put it next to the tent, until he built a house of wood, and when the construction reached a roof, I remembered that scene when it was snowing and my father was putting his pieces of wood. The triangle is over my head, so I said, "Father, make the roof like a triangular wooden hat." He said: Well done son, I will. Come on, help me lift the wood to the top8 My grandfather finished designing this beautiful house and left it to me. Many citizens came to settle here after a big earthquake hit the nearby city And my grandfather made a law for the newcomers to design their homes like ours, so the village became beautiful with its houses resembling each other, and tourists came to take a beautiful picture of them in this village 9