After losing my father, my mother drowned herself in alcohol, her body and mind completely broken. One day, returning home to retrieve something I'd forgotten, I heard my mother's moans coming from the bedroom. That sound symbolized a tangled whirlpool of love and jealousy. Filled with deep affection for her and anger at her suffering, I thrust into her more gently and passionately than anyone else could, awakening her frozen body and soul. The warmth and strength of it stirred her heart back to life.