I lost my father when I was young, and my mother raised me alone. 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, my mother was mine≪alone≫… 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’―.
