When she returned to Japan after five years of working abroad alone, her daughter Himari had grown up. I've seen her as a woman rather than a daughter, and I feel jealous of her flirting with my boyfriend. That night, as I was nostalgically watching my sleeping face, which hasn't changed since I was little, I ended up kissing him. My daughter woke up and I was in a panic, but she told me, "It's okay to touch it."
