The story of a father who was recognized by many as the 'motionless father' because he kept arriving first to secure a spot for his daughter's recitals.

I believe I mentioned in my previous posts that I was in the sign language club and the brass band during high school.
Both clubs had performances at the school cultural festival.

Even before that time, my father loved recording things on video.

So, for every recital, he would arrive first to secure a spot so he could get a good angle for his video.
He did this for all three years.

The sign language club had performances outside of the cultural festival as well, and my father would come to every single one.
Looking back now, it feels like, 'Is there really a father who looks forward to his daughter's recitals this much?' (laughs)

Because he would always stake out the dead center, not only the members of the sign language club but even the high school teachers recognized him.

On the rare days he couldn't make it due to work, they would ask, 'Where is the motionless father today?'

The people calling him the 'motionless father' didn't mean anything by it, but my father was surprised, saying, 'What do you mean, motionless father!?'

Well, it is the quickest way to describe a father who stands dead center with a video camera, not moving an inch (laughs).

Even after graduating, when I meet up with former club members, they sometimes ask, 'How is the motionless father doing?'

I think to myself, 'He moves around at home, you know,' while laughing (laughs).

I suppose the image of a father standing dead center with a camera, not moving an inch, has become firmly established in everyone's minds.

When I look back on those days, that description feels the most fitting to me as well.