My father died when I was little, and my mother raised me alone. I was happy living with my mother, and I loved her very much. But one day, my mother brought a stranger home and told me she was going to remarry. We spent our time alone together. My mother was mine alone... Her gentle smile, her warm body that embraced me, were all going to be taken away by another man. At that moment, I realized that I loved my mother as a woman.