When I returned to Japan after five years of working overseas, my daughter Himari had become a fully grown woman. Seeing her as a woman rather than a daughter, I felt jealous when I saw her flirting with her boyfriend. That night, while I was gazing nostalgically at her sleeping face, which hadn't changed since she was a child, I ended up kissing her. My daughter woke up and I was in a panic, but she said, "You can touch me."