Ever since I was little, I liked my aunt, who was the only one among my relatives who had a different atmosphere. I could talk to her about problems that I couldn't tell my parents. I felt so happy because it felt like we had a secret between the two of us. When I grew up and my friends around me started dating boys, I realized something. I wasn't interested in boys. I believed that my aunt would understand me... so I decided to visit my aunt's house for the first time in a long time.