“Koko, can you give me a massage?” my mother asked, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.
As I massaged, I realized that this was more than just a simple act of kindness. It was a way for us to connect, to show each other that we cared. It was a way for me to give back to her, to repay her for all the times she had been there for me. Haha ni Massage o Tanomaretara -RJ01158699-
“Of course, Haha,” I said, setting my phone aside. “Where do you want me to start?” “Koko, can you give me a massage
As the massage came to an end, Haha let out a contented sigh. Her eyes, which had been closed, fluttered open, and she smiled at me. It was a way for me to give
At first, I was taken aback. My mother, Haha, was not exactly the type to ask for pampering. In fact, she was always the one taking care of others, putting their needs before her own. So, when she asked me for a massage, I was surprised, to say the least.