A Mother and Daughter Tucking Each Other In

How long had she been moving her pen in a trance like that?

Tap-.

At some point, no more ink came from the tip of her ballpoint pen.

“Phew…”

Only then did Seol-ae raise her head.

Her neck ached, and her shoulders were stiff.

When she looked down at her notebook, she'd gone more than ten pages past the last one she remembered.

And every page was packed without a single blank space.

“…Oh my.”

She looked at the clock on her desk...