I will go to see you with my head held high

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The story introduced this time is a post about a man who lost his wife and raised his daughter as a single father, his life up until now, his daughter's wedding, and his late wife.

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I lost my wife a while ago, though "a while ago" was actually quite a long time ago.

So, for the first time in my life, I started raising an infant all by myself.

Honestly, at first, I thought raising an infant would be easy.

Everyone else does it normally, after all.

You know, I was wrong.

That is not something a man should do alone.

It's for women, for mothers to do with love.

When I first put her to sleep, I was so nervous that I gently stroked her tummy and patted her head ever so softly.

It took me about 10 seconds.

Then I got scared and stopped my hand.

And my daughter started fussing as if to say, "Pat me more!"

I am not the type to make the same mistake twice.

So I patted her tummy.

Yes, I certainly patted it.

I forgot everything and just patted her.

I forgot things like whether I was doing it too hard, or if it was actually time for her milk, or that I needed to check her diaper.

After all, my daughter told me to pat her.

Then, it turned into a disaster.

She started crying hysterically.

It was incredibly noisy.

It was like having cymbals crashed right next to my ears.

Even someone living next to an airport would surely be surprised.

Then I looked to the side and my daughter was staring at me with such intensity.

I am truly sorry.

Honestly, I thought I should have just followed my wife instead of putting on a brave face and saying, "If I'm a man, I can raise my wife's legacy on my own!"

From the bottom of my heart, I regretted the decision to raise her alone and felt anxious about the future.

But then I would go to the office and tell my colleagues, "Taking care of a baby is easy! Stay-at-home moms are just idle."

I really am a pathetic human being.

Someone, please help me.

I found a red stain on my daughter's bottom the other day, for the first time.

So, for the first time in my life, I realized my daughter had her first period.

Honestly, at first, I thought that would be easy. Everyone else notices it normally, after all.

You know, I was wrong.

That is not something a father should handle.

It should be a woman,

it doesn't have to be the mother, but it should be a woman who does it. When I first had to tell my daughter, I was incredibly hesitant, gently tapped her on the shoulder, and whispered quietly, 'Hey.'

It took me about ten seconds. Then, finding it hard to say, I looked down.

Then my daughter noticed my gaze and got angry, saying, 'Tell me faster!'

I am the type who doesn't repeat the same mistake twice.

So I apologized and went to buy sanitary products.

Yes, I certainly bought them.

I bought them forgetting everything else.

I forgot that I look quite rugged, that the clerk at the register was young and pretty, and that there are night-time and day-time types, among other things.

Because my daughter was waiting for me at home, feeling embarrassed.

Then, it turned into a huge mess.

The trash can was just incredibly bloody.

Incredibly bloody.

To the point where I felt like I was the one becoming anemic.

It might have been as much blood as a baby has.

Then I looked to the side and my daughter was glaring at me with great intensity.

Please, I beg you, wrap it in paper before throwing it away.

Honestly, I thought I should have just asked a young woman at work instead of putting on airs like, 'If you're a man, you can handle anything!'

I regretted from the bottom of my heart that I had panicked all by myself.

But when I left the office and told a friend, he said, 'Your daughter is all grown up now! Don't get any weird ideas,' and I smiled on the outside while feeling secretly disgusted on the inside.

I really am a hopeless person.

My daughter is about to hit puberty; will I be okay on my own?

The other day, my daughter took a university entrance exam for the first time.

And for the first time in my life, I faced the day of my daughter's acceptance results.

Honestly, at first, I thought waiting for a phone call from my daughter who went to check the results would be easy.

Because everyone waits normally.

You know, I was wrong.

That is not something a normal parent waits for.

It's for the parents of students who got in through the back door; only parents who are certain of acceptance can wait with peace of mind.

When I first picked up the receiver, I was incredibly nervous, gently gripped it, and slowly held it to my ear.

It took me about ten seconds. Then, feeling scared, I almost put it back.

Then my daughter on the other end said, 'Hey, Dad, listen!'

I am the type who doesn't repeat the same mistake twice.

So I asked, 'How was it?'

Yes, I certainly asked.

I asked, forgetting everything else.

I forgot that it was her first choice since her first year of high school, that my headstrong daughter didn't take any safety schools... and that if she got in, she was set to start living on her own, among other things.

Because my daughter told me to listen.

Then, it turned into a huge event.

A truly amazing acceptance.

An amazing 'cherry blossoms blooming.' It was in such full bloom that it brought tears to my eyes. If it were Toyama no Kinsan, his skin wouldn't be visible anymore.

Then I looked to the side and saw myself in the mirror holding back tears with great intensity.

I am truly sorry.

Honestly, I thought I should have just talked to her more and more instead of putting on airs like, 'If you're a good father, you should keep a proper distance from your daughter!'

I hated myself from the bottom of my heart for the days I had spent with less conversation with my daughter.

But I went to my wife's parents' house and told my in-laws, 'This is a milestone! From now on, I think I'll enjoy my own life a little.'

I really am a hopeless person.

My daughter, please come home once in a while.

The other day, I attended my daughter's wedding for the first time.

And for the first time in my life, I walked down the aisle arm-in-arm with my daughter.

Honestly, at first, I thought walking down the aisle would be easy.

Everyone else does it so normally, after all.

Well, I was wrong.

That is not a place for a father to walk.

It's for the groom. If he's going to take her away anyway, the groom should just be the one walking with her arm-in-arm from the start.

When I first started walking, I was so incredibly nervous that I gingerly stepped out with my right foot and then gingerly brought my left foot to meet it.

It took me about ten seconds. Then, feeling uneasy, I looked at my daughter.

And she said, 'Dad, pull yourself together! You look like a robot.'

I am not one to make the same mistake twice.

So I walked with confidence. Yes, I certainly did walk.

I walked, forgetting everything.

I forgot how dazzling she looked in her dress, how I wanted to turn around and run even then, and how she would occasionally squeeze my arm as if to encourage me, among other things.

After all, my daughter told me to pull myself together.

And when I reached the groom, something incredible happened.

A truly amazing kiss.

A sudden kiss on the cheek.

And she whispered, 'This is my parting shot!'

What is that supposed to mean?

Are you trying to make me cry, or make me laugh? I'll cry, alright.

Then I looked over and saw the groom looking at me with a very solemn expression.

I'll kill you if you don't make her truly happy.

Honestly, I thought I should have just been honest and punched the groom about ten times instead of putting on a brave face and saying, 'As a man, I can send my daughter off with grace!'

I regretted from the bottom of my heart that I had sent her off with a smile.

But after leaving the venue, I found myself saying to my daughter, 'Taking care of you was hard work! For a while now, I'm going to soak in the memories of your mother.'

The time you were just 'Mom' was so short that I called you by your name more often, Midori.

I always felt like I was raising our child together with you.

In a few more years, I will go to see you with my head held high.

Please praise me.

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