Kouyou was your mother. She was what some people might call a strict mother. But she was very kind. She just wasn’t afraid to disciple her child. You followed her sense in attire. The under layer had a red stain. The color was white, so it was easy to see. The color and shape looked similar to a lipstick kiss mark.

“My child, if you wish to go anywhere you will tell me what is on your kimono.”

She had gentle yet firm grasp on your arm.