Three years after my mother's death, my father began bringing his mistress home every Friday night, regardless of my presence. I was troubled by the women he engaged with, yet secretly admired them. One Friday, as a severe typhoon hit, the usual woman arrived, drenched by torrential rain. Trains stopped, preventing my father from returning from work, leaving me alone with the soaked woman for the night.
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