(Umm... what do you mean? In other words, this is a return to the past... a dream?)
I looked up at myself in the mirror. No matter how you look at it, it was a boy, not an old man, but a boy, the old me.
This is the town where my family lived, where I lived for a while after I was born. Moreover, old-fashioned houses. Exactly back then...
"Icchan, welcome back"
……Grandma. A real grandma, my beloved grandma who passed away a long time ago... Grandma, who died a long time ago, is still alive!
Dreams, time slips, soulless near-death experiences, anything is fine. I met my beloved grandmother. That alone makes me very happy. So anyway, I want to go with the flow here.