My father had died. Because I received this message from my mother, I went home for the first time in two years in order to attend the funeral. Because my father had married her while I was in boarding school, it was the first time I'd see her. My father was born in a rich family, but he was very lavish, and it was his fourth marriage. I opened the door, and I saw a woman. It was my stepmother. Although it was the first time I saw her, she was the visage of my real mother. It sounds shameless, but I got the urge to fall on her bosom as I used to do when I was a child.When I looked at the miserable figure of my father who had died of falling from a horse, I wondered why my mother and she had been attracted to such a person. The next day, a gorgeous carriage arrived at the house. It was from my grandfather. He would take care of us because my house was already mortgaged. I didn't know at that time, but he had another reason to take care of us.