I returned home for a vacation and decided to visit my aunt Ayumi, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, so I sent her a letter in advance. Aunt Ayumi, who lost her husband at a young age, had always treated me like her own son. Upon receiving my notice, she warmly welcomed me, waiting just as beautiful as she was back then. As we reminisced and shared updates about our lives, we spent a warm, heartfelt time together. Then, gathering my courage, I confessed to Aunt Ayumi that she was my ideal woman. She gently smiled at my words—and then kissed me.