Having lost my father at a young age, I had been living alone with my mother. But one day, returning home, I found an unfamiliar man's shoes lined up at the entrance. That was the shocking sign announcing my mother's remarriage to a stranger. In that instant, jealousy pierced my heart. Her gentle smile, the warmth of her arms when she held me close—those things I cherished would now belong to another man. The mother I thought was mine alone was being taken away by someone else. Overwhelming anger and jealousy gradually drove me to madness, consuming me entirely in a whirlpool of emotion.