That night, my stepmother was so tender.

It was the first time I had ever faced my mom's plumpness head on.　　Those two big white meatballs, like big white buns, were dotted with tantalizing red grapes.　　I looked at them with greedy eyes, and my mouth even kept secreting saliva.　　"Then I'm not polite mom."　　Like a hungry ghost, I jumped into my mom's arms and took a bite of one of her big white buns.　　Soft and tender with delicious red grapes to eat, I swallowed hard, even trying to swallow mom whole.　　But I couldn't do it, because mom's milk was too big.