My beloved daughter Mika, who I loved as much as her departed husband, brought along a boy named Hiroshi, saying she wanted to introduce me to someone. He was five years older than Mika, and I thought he was a wonderful man. But as if he could see right through me, my lack of a man, he roughly embraced me and kissed me. I hated my body for reacting even though I knew it was a bad idea, and it made me feel frustrated.