My father died when I was young, and my mother raised me alone. And yet, one day, when I got home, I found a pair of men's shoes I didn't know at the front door... "I'm going to remarry a man my mother doesn't know. ’, even though it should have been something that should have been celebrated, what I felt at that moment was a feeling of jealousy. A mother becomes someone's wife. Her gentle smile and her warm heart that hugged me were taken away by another man. When I think so, my reason is broken somewhere.
