My father died when I was young, and my mother raised me alone. I was happy living with her mother and I loved her. But one day, my mother brought a stranger to her house and she told me that she was going to remarry. She had been alone for a long time and was a mother of «only me». The gentle smile and the warm body that hugged me were all taken away by another man. The moment I thought so, I realized that I loved her mother as a 'one woman'.
