My wife and cancer. Narita cried. I don’t know how long she had been crying because I was sleeping very tight that night. Furthermore, I shouldn’t wake up making milk in middle of night. Since my wife passed away 2 month ago, my life was ruined. I couldn’t manage both positions, at the same time, became a father and mother to a 3 month baby. I though I should follow what mom said. She urged me to find a maid to clean my house, to feed my baby. Most, maid could help me to change the Drypers. I woke late in the morning, again. After sending Narita to the kindergarten, I drove to office. Unfortunately, I was stuck in a traffic jam. I kept pressing the horn. Tired of complaining about my life, I stopped and thought a while. Oxygen was running in out of my nose. I closed my eye; I could feel her warm hand touched my face. I missed her very much. ‘More than word’ sang by Extreme was her favorite song. My tears dropped every time the radio played the song. She was a kind-hearted woman. Dozen of pills and chemotherapy made her hair fallen. Her weight decreased a lot. She looked like a nanny although she was 28 years old. Sometime, I blamed my self of her death. I pointed the angry to Narita. God! Take Narita, give back my wife! What kind of father I am? ‘Poong’…. ‘what the…’ a Mazda passed by my car. I wipe away a few drops of tears from my eyes. The jam started to loosen. I continued my journey. Well, I should arrange a new marriage.