Towards the end of summer, when the heat still lingers, I returned to my hometown for my mother's 17th memorial service. Every year, no matter how busy I was, I would find an excuse to come back because of my sister, Yuka. Since losing our mother at a young age, she had always taken care of me like a mother figure and was the woman I admired. Now we are both married, but from long ago, I have harbored feelings for my sister that go beyond sibling love. That night, after the memorial service, our father called us out and confessed that we were not actually blood-related siblings…
