My mother Kamio Natsuko and I lived happily. Were rich, but the hut was cramped for two people, we lived close. I lost my father at a young age and my mother took me alone. It should have been that I want too, gave favor to me at all. Sweet, sharp, and was, really clean, I was proud of the mother. It was just my mother. Should be enough. Life was happy a little at a time, and it falls. Classmates I hate the most in the world of Egouti. He thinks of himself, not of others. Women ... As for him a tool for processing.