I lost my father at a young age, and my mother raised me alone. But one day when I returned home, there were shoes belonging to an unknown man lined up at the entrance… "Mom is going to remarry with someone she doesn't know." This should have been something to celebrate, but in that moment, what I felt was jealousy. My mother becoming someone else's wife＜woman＞, her gentle smile, and the warm chest that would hug me, all of it taken away by another man. Thinking this way, my sanity seemed to break somewhere―
