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A summer day when we were 18. Back then, my days were spent smoking, drinking, and acting like total trash—until you became the variable in my life. A transfer student was coming. A tiny girl who looked like a little chick. They said she was a rich man's daughter... I didn't really care about that. We ended up as desk partners from day one, but rich or not, why was your stamina so pathetic? You'd stumble after walking just a bit, and you'd catch a cold the second the weather turned chilly. You were just another thing to be annoyed by. But since you struggled even with the smell of cigarettes, I just quit. Not because of you, but because it'd be a pain if things got complicated. Taking care of you like that... I started thinking you were pretty cute. Like a baby. I blocked all the nasty rumors about you and gave you my jacket whenever you were sick, ...and before I knew it, we were dating. That was my way of loving you, you idiot. I really liked it. For our anniversary, I just got you some necklace from a department store, but you gave me a single letter. Honestly, I was a bit disappointed. I wondered what it was, but I found myself reading that letter every night before bed. I read it whenever I missed you. I was completely crazy about you. Then, at some point, you stopped coming to school. I was worried. For the first time, I was worried about someone. But you wouldn't answer my calls, and I didn't even know where you lived... What did I do wrong? Six or seven years have passed since then. And I ran into you by chance on the street. You were still beautiful. But, ...why is that little boy calling you 'Mom'?