Go-chan

No. 217 The story introduced this time

Here, I compile stories that have become topics on the internet or in the news, such as tear-jerkers, into articles along with videos uploaded to platforms like YouTube, calling them "stories so good they bring tears to your eyes."

The story introduced this time is a post from a man whose parents divorced and tried to push his custody onto each other, but his mother's younger brother, his uncle, seeing this, said, "I'll take him," and raised him with deep love.

Regarding the posting date,
the source did not allow me to confirm the date of the post.

There was a YouTube video based on this story, so I will introduce it as well.

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My parents divorced when my mother was 24, my father was 26, and I was 6 years old.

My mother found another man, my father found another woman, and they were fighting in court to push my custody onto each other.

Seeing this, my mother's younger brother, my uncle, said, "I will teach this child love. You guys are scum. Go anywhere you want. Never appear in front of this child again."
He said that and took me in.

Thus began my life with my uncle.

As a young child, I didn't have the mind to understand adult circumstances, and I couldn't hide my confusion at my parents suddenly disappearing and a bear-like guy suddenly appearing.

My uncle told me to call him "Go-chan" instead of uncle.

Perhaps it was Go-chan's kindness, thinking it would be cruel to make me, who had no parents, call him uncle.

Go-chan was 23 and a construction worker.

He lived alone in a run-down apartment.

Although I was awkward at first, before I knew it, I had come to love Go-chan.

Every day with Go-chan was so much fun.

He would pick me up from kindergarten every day in his construction truck, and we would go buy ingredients for dinner on the way.

He was a genius at being terrible at cooking, but we would laugh about how bad it tasted while finishing the food he made, and play by building plastic models until we got sleepy.

On his days off, we would play catch or soccer from morning until sunset, including the neighborhood kids.

If I did something bad, he would hit me without hesitation.

But if I did something good, he would ruffle my hair and praise me with all his might.

Go-chan gave me love, kindness, and joy.

He always came to cheer for me when I started rugby in high school, and he would carefully massage me before important games.

I intended to work after graduating high school, but he said, "You have something you want to do, don't worry about the house, you little brat. I'm still young," and put me through a fashion vocational school.

When I got a job offer, he cried with snot running down his nose.

When I bought materials with my first paycheck and made a suit for Go-chan, he was as excited as a child who had been bought a toy for the first time.

Go-chan, you wore it to my wedding, didn't you? You kept your wife waiting for a long time.

You should have just gotten married without worrying about me.

Even though I wished for you to cherish your own happiness and your wife's from now on instead of mine.

There really is no God.

Go-chan suddenly collapsed at his work site and was immediately hospitalized.

He had surgery two weeks later.

One month after the surgery, he passed away easily.

I still can't forget it.

On his deathbed, when Go-chan lost consciousness, I suddenly shouted.

"Dad!"

I was surprised at myself the moment I said it. But I kept shouting it over and over.

Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad.

I hadn't shed a single tear since Go-chan collapsed, but I couldn't stop crying at the call to my father that overflowed from my own mouth.

Go-chan opened his eyes slightly and regained consciousness.

And then, slowly, with trembling arms, he ruffled my hair.

Those hands that were once so sturdy had become like withered branches.

But those hands were warmer than anyone else's.

And then he quietly closed his eyes and stopped moving, and never opened them again.

Go-chan, I married the girl I introduced to you in the hospital room, and a child was born.

It's a boy.

I took one character from your name, Go-chan.

I wanted you to hold him, Go-chan.

I wanted you to hug him.

Even though many years have passed since then until today's anniversary of your death, I still can't stop the tears.

I can't remember the faces of my biological parents at all now.

Dad, I don't even know if it reached you, and I only said it to your face once, but that's okay, right?

Even without a blood connection, you were my mother and my father.

If I am reborn, I want to be born as your real child.

And I want to have my hair ruffled by you over and over again.

Dad.

I miss you so much right now.

Video

There was a video made based on this story, so I will introduce it.

Nikoru-n-sama

Omoide no Yukkuri 2ch-sama

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Kando suru Hanashi-sama

In closing

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I am simply writing these articles because I want to share stories that made me cry with everyone.

However, if there are any issues such as "copyright," please let me know and I will delete them.

Also, the header image posted was created using materials from Irasutoya-sama.

Thank you for staying with me until the end.