The third anniversary of my real father's death. Although I've been living alone, I've finally started to get used to this life. One day, a woman who said she was my father's student appeared. My father had originally been a university lecturer, and she was one of his students. The woman wanted to offer incense, so I invited her in to talk about memories of my father. In the stories she told, there were aspects of my father that I couldn't have known. She said she definitely wants to repay the favor to me…
