The third anniversary of my brother's death. Three years ago, my late brother had a wife named Hibiki. Seven years ago in the summer, my brother first brought Hibiki to our house. It was a sweltering day; he bought watermelon and boiled corn, and we ate together. At the end of the year my brother died, she left the house. Apart from seeing her on the anniversary of his death every year, I would sometimes go to her apartment to check on her out of concern.
