JUL-587: The beautiful sister I was absolutely not supposed to touch and I are stepchildren with no blood relation...

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On a hot summer day filled with the noise of cicadas, I had returned to my parents' home for my mother's 17th memorial service after a long time. The reason I made a point of coming back every year was largely because of my sister, Riho. She had looked after me in place of our mother, who died young — the sister I admired. As adults both my sister and I are married, yet I still feel a special emotion for her that is different from that between siblings. On the night after the memorial, my father called me saying he had something to tell me, and there he confessed that Riho and I were not actually blood-related...