I'm being bullied at school. But I have my mom, so I can quickly forget about unpleasant things. Today, I came home crying in frustration again. Mom gently hugged me. The smell of my mom heals me. When I woke up to go to the bathroom at night, I saw that in mom's bedroom, dad was doing dirty things to mom. Mom looked blissful and seemed to be enjoying it. It was an expression of mom that I had never seen before, a woman's face. I was frustrated. The next day, I told mom about what I saw yesterday and demanded that I also want to feel good…
