Father took another woman and kicked Mother out of the house after thirty years together. That night, Mother drank until she passed out, something she hadn't done in years. As I tended to her, my hand accidentally touched her breast. Awakening to the sensation, Mother whispered, "Takashi, you were thinking something lewd, weren't you? I can tell—we share the same blood, after all, you and I." Overcome by her sorrow and my own buried emotions, we eventually gave in and became lovers. This decision wasn't mere impulse, but born from a deep, turbulent whirlpool of feelings.