My husband had been worried ever since he was diagnosed with azoospermia a year ago. They had been married for three years already. My beloved wife was now at the perfect age to give birth. "I'm sorry it's all my fault..." my husband would say, feeling down, but my wife always gently encouraged him by saying, "Don't rush, let's heal slowly." One spring, with a troubled look on her face, the husband handed his wife a booklet of information. It was a pamphlet for the Sons of Life Foundation, a rather dubious "sperm bank" not licensed by the Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare.