My father remarried. My new mother, Satoko, was a woman who suited her calm voice and smile. As for me, I still didn't know how to interact with her, so all I could do was give an awkward smile in return. One day, when I was stuck on my studies, Satoko gently came to my side and explained it to me as if by magic, making it easy to understand. He cared for me, gently giving me a lap pillow and cleaning my ears. Enveloped in his soft scent and warmth, my heart fluttered. I knew it was wrong, but at that moment, I wasn't seeing Mrs. Satoko as 'mother,' but as a woman...
