One day, my wife died.The bedroom with a slight smell of my wife, but there is no longer the warmth of my wife ...My wife's sister Moe helped me, who couldn't think of anything because of the shock and was ready for the funeral.It seems that my wife came back when Moe, who had the same face as his wife, was taking care of himself.Even if you know that it is useless when you look at Moe's sleeping face, you will touch it.
