I know that my father is alive by talking about cattle.
When I got back to the entrance of the village, a member of the fire brigade said, “Sell your dad’s cow.”
He will sell it.
I was relieved.
“My father will live.”
It’s a cow, and it’s expensive because it has a baby in its belly.
Farmers do that.
I went home early without asking about other family members.
Collection of Kunitomi Municipal Yashiro Junior High School
Oil Painting, Canvas