Having lost my father at a young age, I had always been grateful to my mother for raising me alone. One day, returning home, I found an unfamiliar man's shoes lined up at the entrance. That was the shocking reality—my mother was remarrying a man I didn't know. Though it should have been a joyful occasion, jealousy began to grow inside me. Anger and sorrow over my mother becoming another man's wife slowly destroyed my rationality. The thought of her gentle smile, the warmth of her tender embraces—all of it being taken by another man—faced me with unbearable reality. This whirlpool of emotions felt as if it were swallowing me whole.