My mother, who raised me alone, is about to remarry and start a second life. I agree with remarriage and I'm rather happy. However, as the wedding steadily approached, I noticed something... The joy and blessing of remarriage. But more than that, I feel that I love my mother as a 'one woman'. And the night before the wedding, I was alone with her mother at a hotel near the wedding venue. On my last night with her mother and daughter, I couldn't control her love for her mother.
