at the end of the hot summer, i was returning to my parents’ home for the 17th anniversary of my mother’s death. every year, no matter how busy i am, i try to find a reason to go home because of my older sister, yuka. ever since i lost my mother when i was a , my older sister has always looked after me in place of my mother. both of us are married now, but i’ve always had more feelings for my sister than my brother and sister. then, at the end of the memorial service that night, my father called us, and we were told that the two of us weren’t really siblings…
