Ten years ago, after my parents' divorce, it's been just my mother and me living together. We've spent so much time alone that I've grown completely accustomed to it—having only her by my side felt completely natural. But recently, I've started noticing my mother talking on the phone with some unknown man, going out together, spending time with him. It was something I couldn't believe. After all we've shared, the thought of some stranger intruding into our world was unbearable. Watching her act this way, I felt as if her warm, gentle, tender body—the one that always embraced me with love—was slowly drifting far away from me. I couldn't take it anymore. That's why I...