On a trip with my mother, I finally resolved to confess. The feelings I'd been unable to express—it was that I see her as a woman. But I knew it was wrong. I tried dating other girls to forget, but in the end, it was impossible. So at this inn during our journey, I wanted to pour out my heart. Through gentle touches on her body, I wanted to express these overwhelming emotions hidden beneath her kindness and warmth. This feeling wasn't just romantic—it was deep, painful. Whether it's right or wrong to see my mother as a woman, I suppose the answer will become clear by the end of this trip.