A few decades ago, I confessed to Yuya -kun, my daughter's classmate and living in the neighborhood.I thought I was sorry for the longing for older women with a boy, and told him, "I'm sorry."After the years, when I opened the entrance to the daughter who came back with my fiance, a young man who was familiar with her daughter stood.What a daughter's fiancee.I felt nostalgic about the old days, and when I asked him if he remembered the old days, he kissed him, "I still like my aunt."
