"Look at my forearm fall. Is it too falling?" I asked my husband then he said, "Well, it’s too bad." I often look in the mirror because my husband said
that my forearm is not as good as I expect. There is no fleshiness but where it flows. My whole body
begins to sink.
Suddenly, the husband put the iron bar on the room pillar into the bedroom.
Every time I go in and out of the room, "hang on to it. How many times have you
been hanging today?" He lift me up from behind and saying, ”Did you do pull-ups in school?' and asked me to put my chin on an iron bar.
I can’t even imagine being a pull-ups and I could not even hang on five
seconds due to pain in the palm of my hand. But nowadays I am hanging
until fifty seconds at a time. My husband, who is a ballpoint pen artist, also hangs a bar at the studio
and wields a ballpoint pen all day long.
My husband put iron bars to our children’s door too since they young. Every time we
moved to another place, he took it off and attached it. Both the children and the husband live with the iron bars all
the time.
Is he getting older? In the past, he used to open the door and
flew in first. But now, He opens the
door like a gentleman and pushes my back to enter first. His arm is so strong that I almost fell
forward.
"Mom, why do daddy keep hitting me?" "He is not hitting you. He touches
you because he love you." When my husband taps children, they cry out and “look at the
bruise on my body” If my husband's arms go up, the three of us
are afraid to come close to taking a position of avoiding.
I am hanging on the
bar and praying for the ‘Namuamita Buddha’ and asking for the sagging flesh to
be replaced with muscle.