My Adopted Family

"Rye. Would you like to come by for a moment?"

 

On a quiet Sunday afternoon.

 

My mom called me while I was lounging around at home.

 

"Yeah?"

 

Mom was sitting on the living room sofa, holding an earpick in her right hand.

 

"It's been a while. Would you like me to dig your ears?"

 

Mom laughed and tapped her knee. It was a signal to lie down with my head on this side.

 

"Yes."

 

It was a happy thing for me because I was looking for an excuse to get closer to my mom.

 

Now that I think about it, it's been quite a while since my mom pecked my ears like this.

 

She used to dig it often when I was young, but it became less frequent as my mom started working more.

 

This time when mom is at home all day is actually very precious time. Also, once filming for a drama or movie begins, she will become so busy that it will be difficult to see her face.

 

I went to the sofa and laid my head on Mom's thigh, with my face facing forward.

 

Mom was wearing a one-piece dress that reached her ankles. Is it because the material is thin? It felt like my face was directly touching my mother's thigh.

 

It is comfortable. I could smell my mother's scent.

 

I somehow felt nostalgic.

 

"Hehe. It reminds me of the old days, When you were young, your ear holes were small."

 

Mom enjoyed stroking my hair. I must have been a nuisance to my mother when I was young. I get sick all the time, and I get anxious all the time.

 

I can't count the things that bothered my mom.

 

However, when my mother thinks back to the old days, she smiles happily.

 

"Then, shall we see how much you have accumulated?"

 

Mom's hand was playing with my ear. For some reason, I felt embarrassed but also happy.

 

Square Square.

 

A wooden spoon scratches the inside of my ear. It tickles a little, so my shoulders twitch.

 

"Mom, it trickles?"

 

"Stay still for a moment, it's almost cleaned."

 

Square Square.

 

It's refreshing to scratch the inside this way since I usually don't touch it. It's just a bit ticklish.

 

"Whoa~."

 

Mom breathes lightly into my ear. My body trembled.

 

Square Square.

 

Square Square.

 

Mom digs my ears in silence.

 

It was quiet.

 

The only sound is the sound of a clock ticking.

 

It was peaceful.

 

It would be nice if times like this continued.

 

Swoosh swoosh.

 

Mom puts her little finger inside my ear and twirls it.

 

It was a little itchy.

 

Is it finally over now?

 

She brushed out my ears with the cotton attached to the back of the earpick.

 

"This is the end. Should we do the other side next?"

 

"Yes."

 

At my mother's words, I turned over and lay on the other side.

 

Now, my face was towards my mother's side, and my whole body faced her. Mom's scent became stronger, and I breathed softly around her tummy.

 

Mom didn't care and started digging the other ear as well.

 

Square Square.

 

Square Square.

 

"Ah…"

 

"Sorry, Did it hurt?"

 

"No, a little."

 

In fact, it was a sound that came out because it felt good.

 

My body was shaking.

 

"Hmm… … It doesn't come out well, I'll do it a little harder, so tell me if it hurts."

 

"Huh."

 

Even if she said that I knew that my mom wouldn't be too harsh because she was more scared than I was.

 

If it were my older sister, she probably would have stabbed her.

 

Square Square.

 

The earpick touched the inside just a little.

 

"Ouch."

 

I squirmed and buried my face in my mother's stomach.

 

"Oh my goodness. Did it hurt?"

 

"Little."

 

I answered while burying my face in my mother's stomach.

 

"Rye, I'm embarrassed. Please let me go."

 

Mom says shyly and taps my head. Seeing her, I wanted to continue like this..

 

"Mom… … ."

 

I hugged my mom's waist with my arms.

 

"Really, your just a child who's grown so big."

 

Mom sighed and stroked my hair.

 

I could see my mother's expression smiling as if she had no choice.

 

Like my mom said, I really felt like I was a kid again.

 

I thought I wanted to continue being held by my mother like a child.

 

However, there was something else to really look forward to.

 

Mom's hand that was stroking my head stopped.

 

And then Mom said what I was expecting.

 

"Rye, do you want me do it again like last time?"

 

Did Mom finally notice the bulge above my pants?

 

Just like last time.

 

I knew what that meant without having to say it.

 

"Yeah."