Decades ago, my daughter's classmate, Hajime, who lived nearby, confessed his love to me. Thinking that he must have been saying this out of the desire of a boy his age for an older woman, I told him I was sorry. Years passed, and when I opened the front door to welcome my daughter back home with her fiance, I found my daughter and a young man who looked familiar standing there. To my surprise, my daughter's fiance was Hajime. Feeling nostalgic for the past, I casually asked him that night if he remembered the old days, and he replied, "I still love you, Auntie," and to my surprise, he kissed me...