“When you grow up, get married,” the boy who said to me appeared as his daughter’s fiancé. On the night of marriage, I was drowned in his body. The Winter Star.
A few decades ago, I was confessed to my daughter's classmate, Coutha, who lives in the neighborhood. I thought that it was because of an elderly boy’s desire for older women, I told him, “I’m sorry.” Years went by and a young man seemed to open the door to welcome his daughter who was coming home with her fiancé. My daughter’s fiancé was a cowboy. I missed it that night, When I ask him if he remembers the past, “I know. I still like my aunt. “I think I’m being kissed...