Intending to report my marriage and express gratitude to my mother, I had reserved a stay at a hot spring inn. But just days before departure, I broke up with my girlfriend. Deep down, sorrow began to grow. As my mother watched me with concern, I drowned my feelings in alcohol. Drunk and disoriented, I mistook her for my ex and tried to assault her. When I came to my senses, tension and embarrassment hung thickly between us. The next morning, I headed alone to the hot springs, when my mother arrived, looking shy and hesitant. She gently touched my lower body and began tenderly stroking me. Her warmth stirred something deep within. My relationship with my mother was about to take a new turn.