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VIDEO: Himatsubushi-hen | TIP 13: Mother's Diary II
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...Oryou-san dotes on her unwaveringly.
No matter whatever insolence my child commits, she doesn't mind.
It's almost as though my child is a kitten or something. ...Oryou dotes on her exactly like you would with a kitten.
As her mother, I chided her for doing that.
Until Oryou-san had said three times that it was fine, I chided her as a formality.
Of course she never lends an ear to any of my chidings.
...Knowing that Oryou-san's standing was far above mine, she behaves like that.
I don't like the cunning that's unbefitting of her age either.
In any case, not only Oryou-san, but the rest of the old folk in the village spoil her too much.
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By chance, on the way back from some shopping, I saw her by herself just outside a candy shop.
My own child suddenly grabbed a snack, opened the package right there and then and started eating it.
She didn't make any attempt to pay for it, and she didn't even think of looking around.
It didn't even feel like she was shoplifting... more like she were brazenly eating snacks that was offered to her.
The owner gave the ridiculous excuse that he had said it was okay for that child to eat any of the snacks out by the entrance, so it was fine.
When I tried to pay for the snacks that my child had eaten, the owner refused my money.
During that exchange, more old folks had suddenly gathered around, and it began to feel like I was the one in the wrong.
The elderly people all put their hands together reverently in front of my child and repeatedly voiced their respects.
When I was still young. It was something I heard often from my grandmother.
If by chance the child that I gave birth to was a girl...
That child would be the living incarnation of Oyashiro-sama.
All the older folk believe she's the living incarnation of Oyashiro-sama, and spoil her rotten.
And not only did they spoil her... but they even told her she was the living incarnation of Oyashiro-sama, that she had a divine power, and threw all sorts of strange folktales her way.
So she may have begun to believe herself that she was a special existence.
I told my child not to listen to them, but it ended up being that she stopped listening to me.
Between all the old folks in the village who would dote on her and myself who only scolded her, there was no wonder who she would listen to.
...There was no mistaking that the reason she had become strange was because of the elderly villagers.
There was no doubt that they had shoved her full of strange folk tales and superstitions since she was young.
