After returning to Japan from a five-year solo work assignment overseas, my daughter Kana had completely grown up. Seeing her more as a woman than as my daughter, I felt jealous watching her flirt with her boyfriend. That night, while nostalgically gazing at her sleeping face, which hadn't changed since she was little, I accidentally kissed her. My daughter woke up, and while I was panicking, she told me, "You can touch me..."