After the company I worked for went bankrupt, I was exhausted both physically and mentally, so I decided to go back to my parents' house for the first time in a long while. Perhaps noticing my broken heart, my mother treated me kindly without asking any questions. I was used to city life, so the summer in the countryside felt hotter than usual. I couldn't stop sweating from morning to night, and so did my mother. I was fascinated by the sweat running down her neck, overflowing from her forehead, and floating on her chest, and perhaps the heat had made me go crazy, but I started to think of my mother as a woman...