The Little Girl Who Scolded Me

No. 744 The story introduced this time

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The story I am introducing this time is a post written by a man who, after losing his pregnant wife in an accident shortly after they were married, was helped by a young girl and her family during his despair and was able to get back on his feet.

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I was 20 years old when I got married.

My wife was 21; it was a student marriage.

We lived happily while being poor for about two years, but then we found out she was pregnant.

I was so happy I could jump, and I was excited all by myself.

Ignoring my wife's words to "not do anything reckless," I submitted my withdrawal papers the next day.

I got a job at my uncle's company through a connection.

I was just full of motivation, thinking I would work hard and raise our child to be healthy!

Even now, I think I was simple-minded.

But that happiness didn't last long.

Some time after that, my wife died in a traffic accident along with our unborn child.

I really still can't remember this part very well.

I vaguely remember grabbing the doctor who said something to me and knocking him down, and punching the lawyer of the driver who hit my wife.

It was a mess.

Even so, I managed to finish the funeral, took care of the paperwork, and after resting at my parents' house for a few days, I returned home.

After that, I lost all sense of dates and was just dazed.

I didn't even watch TV; I just cooked rice and ate it, that was my every day.

I didn't even have the thought that I was depressed or feeling down.

I think I didn't really understand the situation myself.

I would repeat things that seem almost like an illness now, like cutting my fingertips slightly with a box cutter and leaving them until they healed.

Suddenly, in the middle of the night, tears would stream down for no reason.

I didn't even think about dying.

When I asked friends and family about that time, they said I answered phone calls checking on me properly, but I don't remember much.

I probably lived like that for about half a year.

Then one day, I had a dream.

I barely remember what kind of dream it was.

I think I was just apologizing over and over.

When I suddenly woke up and sat up, thinking, "Ah... I had some kind of nightmare," I thought my heart would stop at the sight before me.

A little girl was sitting right in front of me, looking at me.

"What is this, a dream? Is it still a dream?"

Feeling my vision waver with the beating of my own heart as I thought that.

I immediately thought it was the spirit of my unborn child.

That my dead child had come to haunt me.

I think that was the first time I truly recognized that my wife and child had died.

The girl scolded me, saying, "You're an adult, so you have to pull yourself together!"

It was just confusion upon confusion.

I was sweating profusely, and I thought I might die of a heart attack.

At that moment, the wife from next door rushed into the room through the door.

"I'm so sorry! This child came in on her own..."

That was when I finally grasped the situation.

Looking closely, this child was the neighbor's child, someone I had talked to many times when my wife was still alive.

She was a real person who had entered because I had left the door open while I slept.

Not a ghost.

The moment I thought, "Oh, it's not," it felt like a curtain in front of my eyes had been lifted, and I clung to the girl and sobbed.

I think I was repeating "I'm sorry" and "Thank you" in a nonsensical way.

I heard later that the family there had been worried about me while I was holed up, and the couple had discussed many times what they could do for me.

Their only daughter had overheard that discussion and came to give me a pep talk to encourage a depressed adult.

She's an amazing person.

Anyway, that day was the turning point; I started going to counseling and was able to return to work in about two months.

I am truly grateful to my uncle, who kept me on leave without me even submitting the paperwork.

I also became friends with the couple next door, and I was invited to their house every morning for breakfast for the unreasonable reason of "waking up the husband who has trouble waking up."

Anyway, the people around me were god-tier good people.

I was saved, and I was able to properly grieve the death of my wife and child.

And that girl got married last month.
(The family next door has already built their own home and moved away, but we are still on good terms.)

I was even invited to the ceremony for the reason that they had few relatives, and after the introduction of the relatives, I had time to talk to her.

The girl and I have a relationship where we speak bluntly to each other (even though we are 15 years apart), and when I said to her, who had become so beautiful that day, "It's a waste for you to get married when you're only 18," she laughed and said, "Are you lonely, old man? lol," so I ended up saying, "I am lonely!"

"I was helped by you in the past.
I was helped by your father and mother too.
That's why I love you.
That's why I'm lonely!"

As I blurted that out, I was sobbing again.

A guy over 30, sobbing in front of the bride while hiccuping—it's quite embarrassing.

When I noticed, the girl was also crying loudly.

The groom's side must have been surprised.

Because a middle-aged man who isn't a parent and the bride were crying their eyes out.

I am still single even now, but I intend to help her no matter what if she is ever in trouble.

I won't tell her that, though, because it's embarrassing.

To me, that girl is already like my own daughter.

She is my second child.

Really, thank you, thank you.

Be happy forever.

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Nikorun-sama

Kando suru hanashi-sama

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