Living in a family is the most wonderful thing of all, but it's just as difficult as it's great. This series was inspired by my mother who, when I visited my parents at home worked all through the day. Instead of resting, she was doing the everyday duties, cleaned up, cooked, things what a housewife does. Surprisingly, this didn’t strike me until I got into a similar situation. I began to live independently, and suddenly I got landed with these duties. I came up with some new questions. Isn’t it more important for a family to spend their spare time together than having three course lunch on the table? When a family’s life becomes empty, is it because everyday duties come before the other person? Or are these the things that make us feel that we care for each other? What is the ideal balance?
