My father also cannot without it but he is less than me.

I was dying to suffer from a sense of inferiority when I reached puberty.
My father consoled me whenever I cried getting down a desk.
Because he had the same sorrow, he understood my sorrow particularly.
I entered a college after a severe adolescence due to my father’s hospitable love.

On a welcoming ceremony day,
My father told that he was proud of me with tearful eyes.
When we go out of a college after ceremony,
I witnessed the surprising scene I cannot believe.
A little kid made a sudden rush into the roadway.
Then, my father ran into the roadway to save the kid without artificial legs.

I watched father walking out of road taking a kid.
“Father?…”
I cried out in surprise, but father rushed to walk holding artificial legs as if he didn’t hear me.
“Mother? Did you also watch that he walked?”
But mother talked in a quiet tone.
“Don’t be surprised, listen to me. I supposed you would know this truth someday.
Father doesn’t have to have an artificial legs, he hurt only arm at that time.
But he has used artificial legs for 4 years.
He believed that he could comfort you only with sharing the same sorrow.
“Why? Why father did?”
I burst into tears unconsciously.
“Don’t cry, he was proud of himself to afford to give a console you…
He may concern that the kid would get an accident like you…”
I shed a tear on my pink coat watching father going before.
When I feel sorrow, I cried cuddling up to father’s bosom.
When I cried with a noise, my father shed a tear in his heart quietly.