The teacher had indeed told them not to pick flowers...
It was a shame, but the child gave up on picking them.
"Good."
The woman patted the child's head.
Only then did she realize how abruptly the child had changed the subject.
They had been talking about how the young man had gotten on top of the wall...
But in the blink of an eye, the child had been distracted by the white flowers.
All he could think about was picking them.
Mom clenched her fist and waved it.
"But he can see the flowers from up there, too."
The child had only just realized what was going on, which meant he hadn't noticed how dangerous his actions had been.
She had planned to wait for him to give up and come back on his own.
That way, the child wouldn't learn a lesson from it.
The child stood on the wall, looking bewildered.
Maybe this would make him climb down on his own?
The child grew bigger every day, and it was getting harder and harder for her to hold him.
Both hands clung tightly to the child's clothes.
This was no joke.
It was good that the child hadn't been frightened.
"I want to go down~"
There was nothing here to use as a step.
"What's wrong with him?"
Let alone reaching the white flowers or carrying the child up there.
They could come back to see the flowers next time.
He looked up at the woman.
That made the child, who had been about to struggle, calm down.
Child: ...
She turned the child to face the wall.
"Mom!"
"You can't get up there!"
She reached out and covered the child's face.
That way, the child wouldn't be left with a lasting