Today I got up at seven. I’m going to see my mother in the nursing house with my sister. She often asks us to take her to her appointment. But we have already vacated her appointment. Her treasure is garbage for the others. She paid a high price for her kimono and clothes. But they are worthless and we can’t sell them. She can’t understand the difference between waste and property in her life. It is the same as us. We work hard to waste money and finally we notice it at the end of our life.