My mother divorced my father three years ago. In exchange for refusing alimony, my mother and I were taken in, and our life together was extremely impoverished. However, this poor life seemed to be very enjoyable for my mother, and she didn't seem to think of it as any hardship. Whenever the landlord came over, the two of us would hide away and hide away... It was a daily occurrence, but somewhere deep down I was aware of my mother as a woman. Then, after a certain trouble occurred with the landlord, a big change occurred in the relationship between my mother and me...