Seta Ichika - | I Don-t Have A Mother Anymore- So...

“So…”

She picks up a pen. Her hand is steady.

The title appears:

She wipes her face with the back of her hand and looks at the blank permission slip. Seta Ichika - I Don-t Have A Mother Anymore- So...

She doesn’t plug in. She plays one note. Low. Long. A single, sustained vibration that travels through the wood, through her chest, through the cold floor of the apartment. “So…” She picks up a pen

“I don’t have a mother anymore. So I’ll have to be my own.” through her chest

That’s what Ichika realizes now. Her mother was not a musician. But she was a witness.