My husband died suddenly and I was alone with my son. A heart that doesn't clear even if she masturbates in front of her Buddhist altar while remembering her beloved husband. There were days when I hit hard on her son. With everyone's support, she managed to survive, but her son became more like her husband day by day. "You..." For some reason, the name I call out of nowhere... When I noticed, I was straddling her son ....
