It was decades ago. A boy named Taichi, who was my daughter's classmate and lived nearby, confessed to me. I thought it was because of a young boy's admiration for an older woman, so I told him 'Sorry.' After some time had passed, when I opened the front door to welcome my daughter who had returned with her fiancé, there stood my daughter and a familiar young man. What do you know, my daughter's fiancé was Taichi. Feeling nostalgic about the past, I casually asked him that night if he remembered it. Unexpectedly, he replied, 'As expected, I still like that auntie.' and then kissed me...
