When I was young, my mother ran away from home with another man. Every night my father cried, I was very sad. Even so, I acted normally at school so people wouldn't find out about my family. A few years later, my father remarried, I had a new family, a gentle mother, and a sister who was a bit of a gamer. I really feel very happy. A few years later, I left my hometown and went to study at a university in Tokyo. Because this was the first time I lived alone, my father was very worried, but also very proud of me. And my mother, that's what makes me happiest. But just a few years later, my father passed away. Today is my dad's birthday so I'm going home. This place remains unchanged. Seeing my mother still healthy, I feel extremely happy. My stepdaughter also doesn't change her clothes, leaves her room messy, is over 30 years old and is single, dresses sloppily, loves games, doesn't wear a bra, wears socks like an old man… Actually, before that. was a false feeling that arose in my mind.