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My husband passed away when my son, Manabu, was still very young, and since then, it has been just the two of us. As Manabu approached 20, he looked more and more like his father. As a mother, I felt the joy of his growth, but as a woman, seeing his father's reflection in him brought a certain sadness... Then came the night of his 20th birthday. We shared a drink together for the first time. I'm not a strong drinker, but that day, the alcohol tasted so delicious that I accidentally drank too much. And Manabu, perhaps drunk himself, started acting strangely spoiled with me...
