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I was young, there was an old sewing machine in my poor house. Mom glued pieces of discarded
fabric with the sewing machine. It became colorful clothes, bags, and blankets for our six siblings. I
hated it so much. I wanted new things like my friends.
It’s already been many years since my mom died.
Recently I found a blanket deep in the closet while organizing my closet. It was an old blanket made
of hemp. I remembered the day when my mother visited my place with the blanket on her head. It
was a hot summer day when cicadas were crying through the apartment window and overhead. My
mother, who had insomnia at night due to the heatwave, had been making hemp blankets for her
married daughter.
I was annoyed at that time. I just moved into a new apartment, and I’ve got pieces of hemp blanket
from my mother which was made with discarded fabric. I put the blanket into the warehouse without
telling my mom.
Today I happen to that blanket. The color of the blanket, which was white like a daisy, had faded over
time. My tears were falling down and spreading on the yellow blanket. It falls like a flower petal and
becomes heavy rain.

I am now over 50 years old, and I am able to understand her now. Worrying that your youngest
daughter might not be able to sleep because of the heatwave, so you would have sewed fabric pieces
with your poor eyesight to make a cool blanket for your daughter. It’s pathetic and pathetic that I
couldn’t understand her thoughts.
I should’ve thanked you, Mom. I should’ve said I’ll cover myself with that. I should’ve said even one
thing.
Regret always comes too late.

I’m drawing on my mom’s hemp blanket now. I draw stories that my mom told my six siblings when
I was young by attaching the colors of the pieces. I want my story to be as warm as my mother’s
heart and get to the audience’s heart not too late.