While cleaning the room, an old photo slipped out from between some cardboard boxes. It was a two-shot picture with my first love. Looking at that photo, memories of the past came flooding back. I first met her at my best friend's house—she was my friend's mother. I always loved going to my friend's place, though of course, it was because I wanted to see her. Still a child back then, I didn't know how to handle these feelings. One day, I visited my friend's house and found only her there—my heart pounded more than usual. She asked me, "Is there someone you like?" When I nodded yes, my heart felt like it might shatter. She said, "If you'll regret it, you should confess." Gathering my courage, I confessed—and she laughed, saying, "Even an old lady like me?" Unable to find the right words, I stood there speechless, and she smiled, said "Thank you," and kissed me...