When I was little, my father passed away and my mother raised me alone. Living with my mother was happy, and I loved her very much. Yet one day, she brought an unfamiliar man home and told me she was remarrying. We had always been just the two of us. She was my mother, just mine... Her gentle smile, her warm embrace, all of that was going to be taken by another man. In that moment, I realized I loved my mother as a 'single woman'.
