“Why do I have to come back to this countryside…?” She used to cling to her uncle, but my niece, who I returned to visit after a long time, was sulky — apparently in a rebellious phase. She even refuses to eat with my sister and her husband and me; girls her age are so difficult. Walking toward the garden, I saw my niece taking a shower. Her chest was full, her butt perky, slim and slender. It seems that I.
