Kyoko Idetsu
44 x 40 cm
In the middle of summer, my son kept complaining, “It’s hot, it’s hot,” as we walked the roughly 20 meters from the front door to the parking lot. There was road construction in front of the parking lot, and a traffic director with a red face asked us whether we wanted to pull out to the right or the left. Either way was fine, but since the left seemed easier to exit, I said “left” and got into the car̶all the while, my son kept saying, “It’s hot, it’s hot.” It was even hotter inside the car, and my son kept saying, “It’s hot, it’s hot, it’s hot.” I started the engine and turned the AC all the way up, then said, “You’re not the only one who’s hot!” In front of the car, the same red-faced man was staring blankly, urging us to go left.