loving mother. I used to go shopping all the time when I was little. He also taught me to study. When I got sick, she always stayed by my side and took care of me... Ever since I passed puberty, I was conscious of my mother as a woman. The sweaty chest when cleaning, the nape of the neck after taking a bath, the thighs with body cream... At one point, I realized that my mother was also aware of me as an adult.
