Composition for My Father

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The story we are introducing this time is a post written by a woman who grew up in a single-father household, detailing her memories with her father.

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Content of the post

My father raised me all by himself.

I think my father tried his hardest not to let me feel lonely without a mother.

There are various differences in our bodies and ways of thinking, and it seems it was quite a struggle for my father, a man, to raise me, a girl, on his own.

At the time, my father worked for a trading company and spent his days traveling for business.

Because of that, he always came home late, and most of the time he would return after I had already gone to sleep.

But on my birthday, he would come home early every year with a big cake and a big stuffed animal.

A birthday party for just the two of us.

It was a very modest birthday party, but to me, it was truly warm and irreplaceable.

So I looked forward to that day every year, and I would count down the days until my birthday.

When I was in elementary school, there was a class observation day.

When I was in the lower grades, I wanted my father to see my school life, so I kept asking him to come, but due to his work, he never came even once.

By the time I reached the higher grades, I understood my father's work situation, and I stopped talking about observation days or school events so as not to be selfish and trouble him.

Meanwhile, on the day of the class observation, the other children in the class seemed embarrassed by their parents' presence, saying things to their mothers like, "I told you absolutely not to come!"

"Why did you come?" and so on.

I envied my classmates who could say things like that.

I sometimes wondered if I would say things like that too if my father came.

Every time I thought about that, I resented my father's work.

It was when I was in the sixth grade of elementary school.

On my birthday that year, my father did not come home early.

I couldn't wait for my father to come home, so I fell asleep.

The next day, there was a large stuffed animal by my pillow and a large cake on the table, but I fought with my father from the morning because we hadn't had the birthday party that was the most important thing.

Even though I called it a fight, it was just me being angry one-sidedly.

I said a lot of truly heartless things.

"You can't even come to class observation day, so you don't deserve to be a parent!"

"You actually hate me, don't you!?"

My father didn't even talk back; he just listened in silence.

That made me incredibly angry.

Around that time, my father and I were sharing household chores, but in my anger, I abandoned all of them for several days.

A few days later, my anger finally cooled down and I returned to my normal life, but my father had become busier than usual.

My father said, "I'll be coming home later than usual for a while, so go ahead and eat dinner and go to sleep."

I thought he was angry about our fight, but it seemed he really had become busy, and I remembered the class observation day notice I had thrown away a little while ago and thought, "It's going to be impossible again this year."

As class observation day approached, we were given homework to write a composition about our parents, which we would then present in class.

Partly because we had just fought, I wrote that composition with all my might.

I put exactly what I was thinking into words.

That my mother passed away when I was small.

That my father is always home late because of work.

That he doesn't go on trips even on his rare days off because he is tired.

That he cannot come to class observation days because he is busy with work.

But that on my birthday, he buys me an exceptionally large cake and a stuffed animal.

And that I love my father so much...

On the day of the class observation, my father went to work as usual, and I went to school as usual.

It was supposed to be an ordinary day, nothing special.

The class observation was held in a format where the teacher would select a few students from the compositions submitted as homework beforehand to present them.

I happened to be chosen among them and gave my presentation.

I thought there was no point in reading something like this on a class observation day when my father wasn't there.

Just reading it made a sense of emptiness well up inside me.

When I finished reading, I received a lot of applause.

But I wanted my father's applause.

Because the applause of others had no value to me at all.

And after the class ended, the flow was to have a class meeting and then go home with the parents who had come, but for me, whose father never came, it was just a boring day where I was robbed of friends to go home with.

Thinking that I would have to go home alone, I really felt like crying.

I held it back, and when I stepped out of the school gate, my father was standing there.

I remember my mind going blank because of the suddenness of it.

My father said with a smile

"I heard your composition. I'm truly sorry for always making you feel lonely. Dad gave you the biggest round of applause."

I couldn't hold it in anymore and cried out loud.

We walked home together, and that evening, we held the birthday party we couldn't have before.

There was no big cake, but Dad's home cooking was so delicious it made me forget all about the cake.

That day was truly happy.

The reason Dad had been busy these past few days was to take time off for the school observation day.

However, I wondered about something.

I hadn't told Dad anything about the school observation day.

I asked Dad how he knew about the school observation day.

Dad said, "When you didn't do your chores, I was gathering the trash to take it out and happened to find a flyer that had been thrown away."

I thought, 'I see.'

I never dreamed that what happened back then would turn out like this.

Dad asked me, "Could you give that composition of yours to me?"

I was embarrassed, but since he insisted, I gave it to him as a gift.

A little while ago, I held my wedding ceremony.

During the ceremony, when it was time for his speech, Dad read that composition I had given him.

At first, I was surprised and couldn't believe he still had it, and at the same time, I was very embarrassed that my composition was being read aloud.

However, seeing my father reading my composition with his voice thick with tears, I could do nothing but cry.

When I was told, "To your father, that mere scrap of paper is a treasure beyond compare," I was truly happy.

I am currently living apart from my father, starting my newlywed life with my husband.

My father says, "It's nice that the house feels bigger now that the noisy one is gone."

But I know that, in truth, he is lonely.

Dad, you were always just putting on a brave face.

I caused you so much trouble.

You helped me so much.

So, from now on, I intend to help you, Dad.

That is why, Dad, please continue to stay healthy.

Thank you for everything!

Video

I would like to introduce a video that was created based on this story.

Nikorun-sama

Yukkuri 2ch Katari-sama

2ch wo Miru Hito [2ch Shuraba Sure Omoshiroi Sure Matome]-sama

In closing

My note articles are not intended for profit. I am simply writing these articles because I want to share stories that moved me to tears with all of you. However, if there are any issues regarding "copyright" or similar matters, please let me know and I will delete them. Furthermore, the header images posted were created using materials from


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-sama, Minchirie-sama, and Illustration AC-sama. Thank you for taking the time to read this until the end.