LADA Decensored — AI mosaic removal version. My mother had a bad habit with men and frequently brought them home. I hated being looked at strangely by my mother's boyfriends... so I made my clothes, hairstyle, and even the way I spoke masculine. On nights when my mother's boyfriend was over, I had no place in the house, and I often spent my time outside in the middle of the night. It was Mr. Nakata, who lived next door, who called out to me on those lonely nights. He took care of me as if I were his own child. To me, he was a father figure... and the first member of the opposite sex I ever became conscious of. Several years have passed since then, and I have reunited with the man who was my first love.
