My mother, who raised me alone, is remarrying and starting a new life. I'm in favor of remarriage and I'm actually happy about it. However, as the wedding steadily draws nearer, I realize something... I'm happy and blessed about the remarriage. But more than that, I love my mother as a woman. And on the night before the wedding, I was alone with my mother at a hotel near the venue. On our last night together, I couldn't contain my love for my mother.