I was a little absentminded at a hotel lobby with Michuki. Then:

Michuki: "Mom, where is the home for the elevator?"
Mom: "..."

This is an event at a hotel in Kanazawa, just on the way back from Kumamoto where I was shooting for my new documentary project for ten days.

Mom (in her mind): "Michuki is just missing his home."
Mom: "Well, that's difficult to find out. Let's ask your dad."
Dad: "There is no home for elevators."
Mom: "! (Oh, dear. What a stupid answer!)"
Michuki: "..."

Going up and down without a rest... I'm afraid if Michuki just imagined himself as an elevator...
He is young but so admirable. And so his mom held him tight.