​​​​​​​Natsuko Eguchi​​​　江口那津子

8 years have passed since my mother became dementia.
​I’m not sure if I remember my family now.
​There’s something I want to forget, but I remember remembering it.
​I,m going to my grandparent’s house on my childhood train.
JUST THAT...
When I got off the train,I felt very excited that I could meet my favorite grandparents, and I felt that the way around 1.5 km was very long.
​And then, a few years later, I’m going to go to the place where my grandparents lived before I deid.
I walked through the street from the station relying on my childhood memory.
​It’s a little bit left overlap with a faint memory.