My wife died when my daughter was in middle school.Since then, I have raised him single-handedly, giving him as much love as his mother.That daughter has now become a member of society and has grown into a full-fledged person.However, unlike anyone else, he has a bad drinking habit and often comes home drunk.Each time, while caring for her, I watched her sleep, defenseless, with her clothes scattered all over.Unable to resist the resemblance to my late wife and her charm as a woman, I finally crossed the line.
