This is TOM.
I will update it today as well.
I can’t forgive people, so thank you
My father died when I was 25 years old.
It was 30 years ago,
I hated my father.
I couldn’t forgive you.
When I was a kid, on holidays
Always betting such as horse racing
I have little memory of playing with them.
In my childhood memory
Taken to the racetrack
Playing alone in the playground in the middle
Everyday life was difficult and poor.
A clear memory of the mother’s struggles every day
Childhood: You can’t buy what you want
The other friends looked wealthy.
From past memories
I couldn’t forgive my father.
At one point, I heard inside myself.
“Can’t you forgive?”
“You can’t even like it, right?”
“It’s not something you can respect, right?”
“So can you thank me?”
“I can thank you”
Because I had a father
I live in this world.
I can thank you …
“You don’t have to forgive me
You don’t have to like it,
I can’t respect it and it’s very good
If you can thank
That’s fine! ?? ”
In this word, the distance to my father
After 30 years
See you next time