This spring, when my daughter was childish, my wife started working on the production line at Tech in Kamishima. Until then, she had been a housewife raising children, so I thought it was a good thing for me, her husband, to be able to help my wife with her seemingly having fun doing it, and she smiled. I was watching. However, recently, her wife seems to be drinking tea and chatting with a young man about the size of a pigeon who works part-time at the same supermarket.
