When I was little, my father died, and my mother raised me by herself. Life with my mother was happy, and I loved her very much. But one day, she brought home a man I didn't know and told me she was going to remarry. We had always been just the two of us. She was my mother… Her gentle smile, her warm body embracing me, all of it would be taken by another man. When I thought about that, I realized that I loved my mother as ‘a woman’―
