In early summer, when I heard the sound of cicadas, my younger sister Ayame and I returned to our hometown on the 17th anniversary of our mother's death. Almost every year I return to my parents' house because of the existence of my younger sister, Ayame. She was a kind and longing older sister who took care of me in place of my mother who passed away early. Both are married, but I still have special feelings for her more than my family. And on the night when the litigation ended, my father called us mysteriously and confessed that we were not siblings …
Met my sister again while returning home to celebrate her death anniversary
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