One day, my son Yuta came home in tears. Hearing him cry about being rejected by someone he liked, I grew worried and listened to his story. I was somewhat relieved knowing he hadn't had much romantic experience yet, but seeing his sad expression pained me deeply. Gently hugging him, I comforted him by saying, "Until you find someone else you like, I'll be your girlfriend." Yuta buried his face against my chest, breathing heavily, and asked, "If you're my girlfriend, can we do dirty things?" Hearing those words, I felt compelled to respond to his feelings, and gave in to his desires.