my wife's mother was widowed, and on the third year of her life, she had to hug her lonesome motherinlaw in mourning.

He was a married couple and went back to their mother-in-law's house for the third anniversary of his wife's father's death. The three of them, who have a breath of the Buddhist memorial service, drink sake with their memories. My wife, who was weak in alcohol, slept first, and my mother-in-law and I enjoyed dinner together. In such a situation, I felt a woman in the loneliness of my mother-in-law's mourning dress, and it seemed that her mother-in-law, who had been drinking alcohol with men for a long time, was crying. In such a situation, the two of them made nostalgia from either side.