The woman before him filled him with hatred. Every day, she controlled him like a madwoman, screaming abuse whenever he made the slightest mistake. He hated her, and chose to punish her with his own death. And this woman was none other than his mother, who had raised him with endless care. As he threw himself in front of a speeding car, covered in blood, he watched his mother weep in heartbreaking agony and actually smiled, smiling with such pain and such reckless abandon. The thrill of revenge even made him forget the pain, forget that he was dying. When he woke again, he found himself a swaddled infant. Perhaps it was fate: he had once again become the child of the woman he despised so much. And so a deeply moving story begins...
