My daughter, Yumi, came back to my parents' house with her fiance. I greeted him with "Nice to meet you," and the young man who replied, "It's been a long time," was the boy who confessed his feelings to me decades ago. My memories of the past and the grown-up version of him connected, and I reminisced, but that night he confessed to me a second time, saying, "I still love you, Auntie." I knew it was wrong, but...