My mother had a bad habit of bringing men home frequently. I hated being looked at strangely by my mother's boyfriends, so I dressed, styled my hair, and even spoke in a masculine way. On nights when my mother's boyfriend was over, I felt like I had no place to be at home, and I often spent time outside in the middle of the night. It was on one of those lonely nights that Mr. Nakata, who lived next door, would reach out to me. He took care of me as if I were his own child...