[Family] Unable to say "I'm sorry"
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Three weeks have passed since the new school year began.
While getting used to work little by little,
it's the time when dust-like fatigue starts to accumulate.
Looking forward to Golden Week,
I worked late today
and got home around 9:30 PM.
I don't have any stock for note articles.
I have to write when I get home.
Thinking that,
I open the front door.
"I'm home!!"
"Oh, I'm hungry..."
...Huh!!!!
Sensing an unusual atmosphere,
I swallow the words I was about to say with enthusiasm.
Right in front of me,
my wife and my youngest child (a third-grade daughter)
were confronting each other while glaring.
A bad feeling... (bitter smile)
Wife: "Say something!"
Youngest child: "..."
I silently
slipped between the two of them,
put down my bag,
and changed from my suit into loungewear.
"Ugh, I want to eat dinner,
I'm hungry..."
Although I am not feeling calm inside,
the tense atmosphere between my wife and daughter
is many times more uneasy.
While tidying up my bag,
I listen in on their exchange.
The sequence of events seems to be as follows.
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My wife was also late with work
and had just returned (a little before me).
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It seems my daughter used rude language
and called her (my wife) "you!".
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Wife, enraged.
"What kind of language is that to use with a parent?
Apologize! I won't forgive this."
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It's a common occurrence, isn't it? (bitter laugh)
Just today,
my daughter, who is being more stubborn than usual,
shows zero sign of apologizing.
And my wife,
not intending to back down an inch,
is sticking to her guns,
"Apologize!!"
I silently open the rice cooker.
It is perfectly empty.
I continue by opening the fridge,
but there is only barley tea and yogurt inside.
"...If you can't apologize that much,
then get out of the house. Who do you think is raising you?
Calling a parent 'you', I will absolutely not forgive that.
Hurry up, get out!!!!"
Ah, this is seriously the pattern where she leaves the house.
Filling my stomach with barley tea,
and at the same time as I shovel down the yogurt,
SLAM!!!!
The sound of the door closing.
Following that,
CLICK!!!
And the sound of a key turning.
My wife stomps up to the third floor.
...
It seems the baton has been passed to me.
Ugh, and it's Friday night, too.
I quickly rinse out the yogurt container,
toss it in the plastic recycling,
and head to the entrance.
When I open the door,
my daughter is already walking briskly 50 meters ahead.
It's past 9:30 PM.
A middle-aged man in loungewear
slowly, cautiously
chases after his runaway daughter.
A high school couple watched this scene with curiosity
(I was aware of them, of course).
I wonder how long we walked down the night road?
With few words,
I occasionally poke her in the side
to tease her, but
my daughter just huffs
and yells, "Stop it!!"
I don't actually mind being scolded by my daughter😄
The duration of a third-grader's stubbornness
must have been about 10 to 15 minutes.
Gradually,
her walking speed slowed down,
and at the moment she finally stopped,
"Let's go home. There's a Gari-Gari Kun in the freezer."
Saying that,
I faced my daughter for the first time,
met her eyes,
and placed my hand on her shoulder.
"Hey,
you shouldn't call Mom 'you' like that.
It makes Mom sad."
When I said that,
tears began to spill from her eyes,
and she started shaking with sobs.
"But! But!
Mom, you use rough language too!"
"You're right.
We were both using rough language, weren't we?
That's why we both got hurt.
Let's apologize.
Mom will apologize too.
I'm reflecting on it right now."
"When we get home,
let's apologize properly,
make up,
and while eating Garigari-kun popsicles,
let's watch 'Conan'."
....
Without answering those words,
without even looking at me,
my daughter kept her head down
and headed home.
What kind of conversation are they having...?
I,
didn't go straight home,
went to the neighborhood park,
and killed some time.
The high school couple from earlier
were chatting happily together.
When I got home,
as expected,
mother and daughter,
were munching on Garigari-kun popsicles
and watching Conan.
Sorry there's
no bizarre twist
or development.
It's almost entirely non-fiction (lol)
Phew, I'm tired.
"I'm sorry"
Saying these words
honestly
is tough
and takes time, doesn't it?
Well then,
after dinner,
I'll write a note.
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