Since I was little, my father was absent, and my mother raised me alone. I was happy living with my mother, and I loved her very much. But one day, my mother was having a friendly conversation with a man I didn't know... We had been together forever. Was she my only mother? And yet, she told me she was "getting remarried"... Her gentle smile and her warm body that embraced me were both taken away by another man. At that moment, I realized that I loved my mother as a "woman".