Two years into our marriage, we still don't have children. Recently, we hired a renovation crew for our apartment, and one day, a man named "Steve" suddenly arrived at our home as an apprentice craftsman. He had come to Japan through a technical training program for foreigners, taking advantage of recent regulatory relaxations on immigration laws. Steve was a muscular, full-figured Black guy, and the sight of him working alongside the foreman looked like a scene straight out of a drama.