losing my father at a young age, my mother raised me alone. but one day, when i came home, there were a pair of unfamiliar men's shoes at the entrance... "my mother is remarrying a man i don't know." it should have been something to celebrate, but at that moment, the emotion i felt was jealousy. my mother will become someone's wife <woman>. even her kind smile and her warm breasts that hug me will be taken by another man. when i think about that, my reason somewhere breaks down—.
