Beach chairs on the beach. His son Masaru buried himself deep in his back and let out a deep sigh. Three and a half hours from Tokyo. It was the first time for me to take such a long drive since I got my driver's license. At the beach, a woman in a bathing suit was playing with the water. There was no need to call her a woman or anything like that. Masaru's mother, Izumi, was laughing in a small bikini that made us feel embarrassed. "Hey Masaru! Don't sit there and let's get into the sea!" said my mother with a big smile.
