He lost his father at an early age and lived with his mother. My mother was busy working every day and after school, she always spent time at her childhood friend Kenichi's house. Whether it was sad or painful, Kenichi's father always listened to my worries. He was kind to me as if I were my real father. One day, five years after I became an adult and married Kenichi, I had an affair. In the midst of his loneliness, what came to my mind was Kenichi's father's kind face.
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