While cleaning up the room, a nostalgic photo emerged from the gap in the cardboard box. It was a two-shot photo with my first girlfriend. As I gazed at the photo, I reminisced about the past. The first time I met her was at my best friend's house. Yes, she was my best friend's mother. I went to my best friend's house for some reason. Of course, because I wanted to see her. I was still a child and didn't know how to deal with this feeling. One day, I went to my best friend's house. That day, she was the only one there, and I was more nervous than usual. She asked me if I had a crush on someone. My heart was beating so fast that I thought it might break. She said that if I regretted it, I should confess. I took a deep breath and confessed to her. She laughed, saying, 'Even though I'm such an auntie?' To my speechless self, she gave me a kiss and said thank you...
