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 had been together just the two of us, and my mother was "only mine"... But her gentle smile and her warm body that embraced me were now all taken away by another man. At that moment, I realized that I loved my mother as a "woman."