Every year, on the weekend, the mother's daughter comes to the bedroom to help us get into the man's bedroom full of men. She is a girl who grows and develops with each passing year, but even as her body grows, she is still an innocent child, perhaps because he has helped her for so long, I already dressed in the bedroom like she's frail, so it's only natural that she should have a refrigerator and a breastplate. Such innocence and loss forced my stance, and I held out my hand, even though I thought it was in vain …
