Hey there everyone! This is Kanae, your grateful author.

This story is originated from my sudden demand from my mother to tell me nighttime stories so that I could sleep despite being insomniac. After a long time since she told us stories, she agreed and came up with a character Mattaru. It really made me happy (and sleep sound!) because when we used to hear stories as a child, they comfort the same way as they did in childhood.

The storytelling became a routine and my mother chose to continue the story of a tortoise. My brother also joined and we still listen them. This inspired me to write it down, where most parts are from my mother and some would what I wish to add on. As this story is setted in India, it would be my first book which would use hindi words somewhere.

I don't know whether it becomes a kid's tale or a good story, but I'm convinced my mother has better storytelling than me. This is also one story that I'd surely read to my future kids in the name of their grandmother.

Hope you enjoy this story! It has simple characters just the way in 1980s to 1990s (my mother's time) with the wisp of all the good old times. Also I wish to continue this story through my mother and make her read after this is finished.

(Hehe, this would be one work she would really cherish.)

I dedicate this work to my mother, to all the innocent and funny children, Divine, heaven folks, to the reader,

And finally to my magnificent soul.

Have a beautiful day ahead.💜✨

Your grateful author,
かな恵ー